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This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
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I can only be ... "TheEditor". Spouse In Torment by Jason Cannon Chapter 1 "Aaaarrrggghhh!" she screamed as Ken Morton thrust half his
fist up her cunt.
It was seven o'clock in the morning and he wanted another
quick fuck before they both had to get up and go to the office.
"You want my cock now, Lou?" he asked.
"You bastard, you know I do," Louise replied. "Jesus, you're
amazing. You fuck me half the night and then wake me up by shoving
your fist up my cunt and saying, 'I want to fuck you again'!"
He stared down at her lustily. Ken Morton had always fucked
his secretaries, but this one might outlast the others. She was a
real screamer. She loved sex. And sex was the one thing besides
money and power that Ken Morton loved.
He eased his body down until the throbbing cum tube on the
underside of his cock lay in the furrow of her gushing cuntal slit.
Then he buried his face between the warm softness of her tits.
She breathed hard at his touch and clutched his head between
her breasts, jamming the globes against his ears and twisting her
fingers in his hair.
He moved his mouth across her naked hot tits and captured one
nipple in his mouth. He sucked it with all the lust and power in
his tongue and cheeks.
She groaned and moved her chest beneath his face in wild
gyrations of joy and rising ion. "Yes, yes, suck on 'em! Make
'em sweat and bounce!"
Harder and harder he sucked, swirling his tongue over the
rigid nipples that quivered so delightfully. She answered his
intensity by arching her back and raising her chest, eagerly
offering both trembling mounds of flesh to his hotly devouring
mouth.
"Go on, honey, suck my tits! Suck 'em hard! Yessssss, bite
'em! Make 'em hurt! Bite the shit out of 'em!"
His hands found the tie which held her negligee in place. He
jerked it open all the way down to the furry crotch, exposing the
softly curling cunt hairs between her throbbing thighs.
The smell of her cunt rising to his nostrils inflamed both his
mind and his cock. He lifted and pulled her body to him, covering
her mouth with his. Her tongue flicked forward, slipping past his
teeth and into his mouth. She moaned loud and long as her arms
circled his neck, pressing tightly, molding their mouths together.
"Now I'm going to fuck you."
"Yes! Gimme your meat, darling! Pour your cock into my
fuckhole!"
He sucked again at one of her generous tits as he positioned
the big head of his enormous cock at the lips of her pussy. She
was soaked with the juices of her arousal. He inched forward and
felt his glans part the petals of her cunt.
She grunted in anticipation and when he didn't impale her
immediately, she thrust upward with her hips in an effort to
capture his cock.
He laughed.
"You teasing son of a bitch!" she cried. "Give it to me! You
got me hot, now do something about it! FUCK ME, YOU BASTARD!"
Her thighs opened even wider, her cuntlips writhing
spasmodically at the prospect of soon having his magnificent,
pleasure-giving cock rammed hotly up her cunt. "Hurry! Give it to
me. Shove that fuckin' cock up me!"
She reached with her hand and grabbed his meat. She pulled
him down on top of her and crushed the full length of her body
against his. At the same time, she ground her pelvis hard into
him, opening her legs wide. Her hot cunt flared open, pouring
forth the juice of her desire, waiting for the attack to come.
"Fuck me! FUCK MEEE, DAMMIT!" she wailed, straining her cunt
up to the fiery head of his cock. "Put it up inside me ... let me
feel your cock inside me! Give it to me, now ... NOW!"
Her pelvis was grinding upward and forward as she spoke. Her
hands dove between their bodies and closed over his prick to guide
it into the moist pink lips of her hot, eager cunt.
Ken flexed his hips with a sudden driving thrust that drove
his huge, rock-hard prick deep into the gaping wet mouth between
her parted thighs. Into her convulsing cunt it went with a
shattering force.
And then they were fucking wildly, loudly, as if there would
be no tomorrow, and no more fucks.
"Oh, yeah! Oh, fuck yes!" she squealed in delight beneath him
as the huge hunk of meat rammed into her writhing body.
"Beautiful! Beautiful cock!"
He felt the smooth, pulsating cunt walls slip hotly around his
prick, consuming it as it raced to the depths of her cunt. The
full length of his huge cock was buried inside her. His balls
slapped with a rhythm against her puckered asshole.
"It's in you, baby! All of it!" he growled.
"Yeah, I feel it! It feels so fucking good! Now screw me
with it!" she squealed. "Fuck me with it good!"
His cock seemed to have a life of its own as it quivered and
throbbed. The foreskin peeled back tautly from the head. He could
feel the sticky juices of her willing hole coating his prick like a
glove.
Then he was fully inside her, his crotch grinding against hers
in an up-and-down motion. He reached under her and cupped the
fleshy softness of her asscheeks.
Suddenly her whole body responded to his impaling cock. She
became a mass of pulsing flesh. She was coming. She could feel
it. He could feel it.
"OHHHHHHHH, shit, fuck shit!" she groaned, loving the shock,
beating a tattoo on his ass with her heels and grinding her clit
against him. Howling sounds came from her throat as she bounced
her tits against his chest and tore at his back with her nails.
"Are you coming already, honey? Is it good? Is it, huh?" he
gasped, his mind filled with the wildness and ion that seemed
to surge from her body.
She answered him with her body. Her come had been good,
almost complete in the wild sensations it had caused all through
her, clear up to her tits.
"Now you," she cried. "Heat up my belly with your cum. Juice
my pussy, Ken darling! Come in me!"
"Fuck me back, baby," he groaned. "Pound my dick with your
sweet pussy!"
The spasms started again in her love hole. "Fuck me with it!
Hurt me if you can. Tear my pussy apart with your meat!"
His hips drew back, drawing his cock from her cunt until only
the head nestled lovingly between her lips. Then she pulled on his
buttocks and forced him back into her.
Vibrating quivers bathed his cock as she came again and
continued the writhing and bucking of her hips. She groaned her
pleasure and let it spread across her face.
He plunged his dick in and out of her in a pumping fuck that
excited him even more.
And then he hissed out his ion as he felt the molten cum
surge from deep in his balls.
Louise sensed it and reached below her upraised ass to cup his
spasming balls as they pumped her full of cum. With a gentle
pressure she nudged them and he continued to come in waves of
gushing sperm.
"Yes ... yes," she moaned, "fill my cunt with your hot juice!"
She reached her own peak again as the last of his cum poured
into her belly. She wrapped her legs around his hips and urged him
to keep pumping until she could come yet again.
"Yes, yes ... more, more, baby ... still more!" she urged.
She pumped against him until a tiny scream erupted from her
throat. "Oh, Ken, yes ... yes ... I'm there again!"
She bucked through a final come and then he pulled his wet,
cum-soaked cock from her pussy and crawled up until it was above
her face.
"Clean it off, honey," he urged.
Eagerly and willingly she obliged, replacing all the cum and
pussy juice on his love staff with saliva from her hot mouth. Then
she dried his cock off by massaging it with her tits.
At last he rolled away from her and reached for the
cigarettes. He lit two and handed her one.
"You mind if I come in a little late this morning?" she asked.
"I want to have my hair done."
"'S okay," he nodded, dragging deeply on the cigarette.
"Harris won't be in until about eleven."
"Do you think he'll award the contracts to you?"
"Can't say for sure," Ken replied. "It just depends on how
well my wife fucked him last night." Chapter 2 When Lisa Morton woke up, she felt a stranger in the bed
beside her.
She didn't turn her head at first. At that particular moment,
she wanted to enjoy the slow luxury of awakening, wanted time to
get her mind operating again. There was a pattern of sunlight
reflected through the blinds along one wall, and she turned to look
at it.
The pattern was a familiar one. In fact, the position of
those slats of light on the wall could almost tell her the time,
the way a sundial might. At dawn, the light struck through the
window of her twentieth floor apartment and painted bars of
sunshine all across the wall near the ceiling. As the day advanced
and the sun climbed into the sky, those bars would inch down toward
the floor. At around noon or so, they would disappear altogether.
She examined the position of the bars carefully, and judged
the time to be past nine o'clock. Of course, it would have been
much easier to simply look at the clock on her night table, but
there was a stranger on that side, and she didn't want to look at
him.
She tried to his name and then it came to her-Harris.
He was advertising manager for a big cola company and he was about
to award a huge advertising contract to her husband's agency.
Then she ed Ken's phone call. "His name's Harris,
honey. Milt Harris. We'll pull the same old bit. He comes up for
dinner, I get tied up, and you entertain him."
"Ken?"
"Yeah?"
"What if I don't feel like it?"
"Don't feel like it?" he laughed. "Hey, baby, this is your
old man you're talkin' to ... you always feel like it!
our little deal, and how good it's been for us. Hump him hard,
honey!"
Yes, Lisa ed their little deal. How in the hell could
she forget it?
And so she had gone to bed with another stranger, and she had
humped the hell out of him just as Ken had told her to do.
She sighed. Time was ing. Sooner or later she would have
to get up. She had a feeling there were things to do today, and
spending the morning in bed would accomplish nothing. The man
beside her should be awakened and packed on his way so that she
might have some life to herself.
But she didn't want to awaken him. She had no clear
recollection of the previous evening, or of the type of man he
might be, but some sense told her he would be a clinger. She
entertained a lot of clingers for Ken, and they were the worst of
all, worse even than the perverts and fools who sometimes shared
her bed.
She had gotten pretty drunk before she had finally let him get
her into bed. Anymore, that was the only way she could really
enjoy fucking the strangers. Booze made it bearable. But in the
mornings she just wanted to get rid of them.
She always had to keep up the pretense that it had been the
first time that she had cheated on her husband, and she felt so
guilty about it. She puffed up their egos by telling them that Ken
would kill her if he ever found out.
Then they would inevitably go to Ken with a guilty conscience.
That was part of their deal. The deal they had made when they got
married, and both of them had just wanted sex and wealth.
But now that they had the wealth, Lisa found out that she
wanted more than just sex; she wanted love to go along with it.
There was no point in worrying about it. If luck was with her
this morning, the man beside her might simply awaken, give her a
squeeze or two, then get dressed and leave.
Lisa shifted her gaze from the stripes on the wall and eased
her body over slowly. She looked first at the clock, and saw her
estimation of the time had been accurate. It was nine-thirty-five.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the stranger. He was still
sleeping, but not very deeply. He looked as if he would wake up in
a few minutes or so. She examined his features, and was a bit
surprised to see she didn't recognize him at all. Of course, it
was still a bit early, but she had spent the night with this man,
and he should look a little familiar!
The man had kicked the covers down during the night, baring
his body from head to waist. Only a single fold of blanket covered
his form. On impulse, Lisa reached out and plucked the cloth away.
He stirred slightly, and his hips shifted. He was beginning
to awaken.
Lisa moved her body carefully, trying to slip from the bed
without rousing him. If she could get to the closet and cover her
naked body with a robe before he saw her, it would make the process
of getting rid of him that much simpler. Seeing her bare body
would only remind him of the night just past, and might trigger the
stupid reaction that would turn him into a clinger.
She made it to the edge of the bed and slipped her legs over
the side. Now came the hard part-easing herself off the mattress
without telegraphing the movement to the springs, or to the man.
Slowly and evenly she lifted her lush buttocks from the bed and
shifted her weight forward onto her legs.
A hand touched her.
She closed her eyes and inhaled very deeply.
The hand was cupping her left buttock, and the fingers were
inching to the right. She stood up quickly and stepped out of
reach.
"Hey," he said.
She didn't want to turn around. She didn't want to look at
him. All she wanted was for him to go away and leave her alone.
But she turned around anyway.
His cock was already hard, the bulbous knob dangling rigidly
above his hairy groin. She just shook her head in wonder that the
mere sight of her body could give him a hard-on so quickly. She
fought down the tiny flutter in her pussy.
"You were right," he said, grinning. "Your old man didn't
come home all night." He lifted himself on one elbow and let his
eyes roam down the length of her nude form.
"Good morning," she said.
"Boy, now that's something you don't see every day."
"What is?"
"A body like that."
And Lisa did have a body. It was as voluptuously perfect as
her face was beautiful.
"I'm beautiful ... I know," she said, "and sometimes it can be
a curse." She pulled on a pair of panties.
"Shit, Lisa, you're more than beautiful. You're gorgeous!"
The panties she wore were white in contrast to the golden
brown of her tanned skin. Her breasts were two perfect, swaying
mounds flowing across her chest. Her black hair cascaded around
her shoulders and barely touched the full roundness of her tits.
Her panties were cut high on the thighs, revealing the whiteness of
her skin between the tan lines.
Lisa watched him fist his cock with one hand while he slowly
massaged the huge, hanging sac of his balls with the other.
"You like my tits, don't you," Lisa said, half amused.
"They're perfect," he said, moving his hand faster, in longer
strokes, on his cock.
Indeed they were beautiful. They were firm and stood out from
her body in their rounded perfection. The areolas were heavily
veined and pink. Her nipples rose in hardness, twinkling at him,
inviting his lips and tongue to taste their sweetness.
"Sorry ... fun's over," she said, doing her best, for a
change, to keep her own lust in check.
She turned and walked toward the closet where her robe was
hung. She was conscious of the shiver of flesh on her body with
each step, conscious also of the fact that he was watching her,
seeing the delicious interplay between her tits and hips and
buttocks as she moved.
"Hey," he called again.
She opened the closet door and found the robe. "What is it?"
she asked, without turning.
"I said, you look just as good right now as you did last
night."
"I heard you. What about it?"
"Well ..." he seemed momentarily at a loss for words. She
closed the closet door and turned toward him with the robe draped
over an arm.
"Well what?"
"Well ... you know. You look so good, you get me all hot
again."
"Do I!"
"Sure. And, take it from me, there aren't many women who can
do that to a guy like me. Usually on a morning after ... well, I
just want to cut out. Before it gets complicated or something.
Know what I mean?"
"Yes," Lisa said. "And you don't have to worry about
complications. I'm married ... ?" She slipped an arm into
the robe.
"Hey, you're not going to cover all those goodies up, are
you?"
"I'm chilly," she replied. "The party's over." She slid her
other arm into the robe and drew it closed around her body.
"That's the way it is, huh?"
"That's the way it is." Lisa walked across the room, past the
foot of the bed, and paused at the door. "Please get dressed now.
I have quite a few things to attend to, so I'd appreciate it if
you'd let me get started."
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"The kitchen. I'm making some coffee." She paused. "It
should be ready by the time you dress, if you want some."
She left the bedroom and went down the short hallway to the
kitchen. As she ed the door to the living room, she saw the
collection of glasses and filled ash trays on the table by the
couch. She hoped he hadn't left any cigarettes burning when they
had retired to the bedroom-she didn't want any more scars on that
coffee table.
In the kitchen, she started the coffee. Her stomach grumbled,
and she realized that she was very hungry. But she wouldn't be
able to eat until Harris left. It was always that way after
spending the night with a man; she couldn't eat until he had
departed, and ceased to remind her of the other uses to which she
had put her mouth.
The coffee began perking in the little glass knob of the pot,
and she turned the flame down. Beyond the kitchen window the sun
was shining furiously and the sky was a brilliant blue. It was a
good day out there, she thought, and it would be a good day in here
as well if that man would ever pull on his pants and leave.
Absently she wondered where, and with whom, Ken had spent the
night. The bastard. She was sure he had enjoyed himself a hell of
a lot more than she had.
She didn't hear Harris step into the kitchen behind her. He
got her in three places at once. His hands came suddenly from
behind her and scooped up her breasts. His chest came up hard
against her shoulder blades. And down below, down at the soft
cleft of her buttocks, she felt his cock spread her asscheeks.
"I thought you were getting dressed," she said.
His face was pressed against her shoulder, and his breath blew
on the skin of her neck. "I'm not quite ready yet. I told you,
I'm still in the mood."
She glanced at the bubbling coffee pot. For a moment she
considered picking it up and emptying the boiling contents all over
his naked body. But that would just cause trouble, and trouble was
something she didn't want.
"Please go inside and put your clothes on," she said.
He turned her around and opened her robe. He gasped in awe as
her full, round, dark-tipped globes leaped into view. Their size
and firmness filled his mind with desire and his cock with tingling
sensations.
Her whole body started shaking as his hands massaged her tits.
No, she thought, no, I won't fuck him again. I did the job, Ken
gets the contract, we both make another bundle of money. But I
won't fuck him again.
He moved the robe off her shoulders. It fell softly to the
floor. He slid her panties off, revealing the heavy, matted bush
of her black cuntal hair. She stood with her legs just a little
apart so the rounded curve of her tightly clasped cuntlips could be
seen. Inside her cuntlips, the pinkness darkened and beneath them
he could see the rounded bottoms of her perfect buttocks. They
gleamed white against the darker skin on the inside of her thighs.
He almost whimpered as he moved into her, his cock bouncing in
front of his body, its length stiff and straight as it pointed
toward her cunt. He groaned in desire as his hands roamed over her
belly, her hips, then down across her thighs and up to her cunt.
His cock jerked up and down between them, a silver strand of cum
seeping from its head as he combed the thick hair of her pussy with
his fingers, letting the tips bask in its softness.
Again Lisa shuddered as his fingers dipped into the honey of
her pussy. He moved back up her body.
"Hey," he said, working her breasts in his hands and moving
his hips against her. "You're beginning to see things my way,
aren't you?"
"I'm very tired," she said. "Please."
"Now, look, I appreciate how you're tired, and how you have
things to do, and all that. Believe me, I don't want to bug you.
I like you, Lisa. I really do."
"Please," she said again.
"I like you so much, in fact, I think maybe I'll drop by next
week for another go-round. How'd you like that?"
"Fine," she said. "That would be fine."
"But, right now ... well, I'd just like a little something to
you by. A bit of dessert, sort of. Is that too much to
ask?"
She gave up. The man was money in the bank, after all. He
was also at least as stubborn as she was. The only way to get rid
of him was to give him what he wanted.
She turned off the flame under the coffee pot and picked his
hands from her breasts.
"All right," she said. "Let's go."
"Where?"
She looked at him, concentrating her attention on his face.
"The bedroom, of course."
"Oh, why bother?" he said, smiling. "We can take care of the
whole thing right here."
"In the kitchen?"
"Sure. I told you, I don't want much. Not a whole fling
thing. Just a memento of last night, that's all I want."
He stared at her hungrily, and all at once she knew what was
on his mind. Damn him, she thought, at this hour of the morning
the son of a bitch wants a blow-job.
"Very well," she said, pointing at a kitchen chair. "Sit down
over there."
"I haven't told you what I want yet."
"I know what you want."
He grinned. "Yeah, I guess maybe you do. You're really some
hunk of woman, right down the line." He went over to the chair and
sat down.
She bent down and opened a cabinet beneath the sink. There
was a soft rubber kitchen mat in there, and she pulled it out onto
the floor.
"What's that for?" he asked.
"Me," she said. Still without looking at him, she kicked the
mat in front of him and knelt down.
She was leaning toward him when he pushed his hands out.
"Just a second," he said. His voice was thick with excitement.
"There's something I want to do first."
She leaned back and his hands slid down to circle her tits.
He worked the flesh in his fingers, teasing them methodically. She
waited, her hands resting on her knees, enduring it.
"Man," he said, "you have a pair! Say, Lisa honey, did
anybody ever tell you what a prize-winning set you have? But
that's a silly question, isn't it? I guess you know all about
that."
She didn't answer. She felt the flesh responding to his
touch. He would be certain the stiffening of her nipples was a
signal of ion. Men always seemed to think that. Lisa had
often wished she could control that reaction. It would have saved
her a lot of trouble.
"Lisa? Baby?"
"What?"
"Touch me some," he said. "I can feel how much you're
enjoying this. Come on, do it nice, the way you did last night."
She did as he asked. Her hands came up to him. His breath
hissed between his teeth as she began caressing him.
It wasn't always possible for her to shut off her mind
completely, but she tried. She tried to think of other things ...
of books she had read, of clothes she wanted to buy, of her and
Ken's plans for the future, of her friends, of anything at all
which would blind her to what she was doing. As usual, the effort
was only partially successful. Her fingers made old familiar
patterns while her mind wandered furiously.
If only this was Connie sitting before her, she thought. How
different this lousy moment might be. She tried to concentrate on
Connie as she continued, tried to think of the pleasure of being
with Connie, the delight of feeling Connie in her arms. If she
could hold that image in her mind, she might be able to forget what
she was doing, and how it repulsed her.
"Now, Lisa," he said. His voice was as moist and husky as a
drunkard's. "Now, honey ... now!"
She did. She leaned forward. Her tits shifted in his hands,
and she felt his fingers ride until they were touching her nipples.
The fingers closed and held the tiny stems painfully.
She ignored the pain. Her hands slid to his legs and she
positioned her face. Then she closed her eyes and dropped forward.
"Suck it! Don't be frightened! Oh, baby, my dick wants to
feel your mouth on him!"
Slowly, but almost willingly now, Lisa opened her mouth and
took the massive cockhead into her throat. He raised his right leg
up on her shoulder, gaining the advantage of a position where he
could worm his way into the back of her throat. "I said suck it,
baby. Suck it hard!"
Her lips encircled the head of his cock and he lunged forward
on the chair, driving it into her throat. "Suck it!" he cried.
"SUCK MY FUCKING COCK!"
She tried vainly to lift her head from his pole, but he was so
drowned now in his own lust that nothing short of a climax would
stop him from driving his cock deeper into her throat.
He lifted her hands from his prick and knotted his fingers in
her mane of satin-black hair. Slowly, down, down, he pulled her
head, forcing his cock into her throat deeper and deeper.
Lisa felt that she had now reached the peak of her
degradation, that there was nothing more she could do to completely
destroy her image and self-esteem. Why not suck him off? Why not
let him do whatever he wanted with her?
She began the movements of jaw, tongue and cheeks that are so
delicious to male pricks. Harris looked down at Lisa's beautiful
face sucking his cock and nearly went out of his mind with sensual
rage. For him, the most powerful sight in the world was to see a
lovely woman's lips eagerly sucking at his fuckstick.
His prick was almost in up to the hilt when he felt the head
nudge against the opening of her throat. She protested, choking
and gagging and rearing her head. She was terrified that she would
suffocate or throw up.
"Don't be frightened," Harris moaned. "The more you fight it,
the more you'll clamp up. Just let your throat relax, as if you
were going to swallow a nice, juicy piece of meat!"
Lisa pushed him away. "It's making my mouth sore. My tongue,
my cheeks ... they hurt."
"Don't let that bother you. That's the kind of pain that
feels so good later on. Just keep sucking as you've been doing,
baby. I'm going to sink this cock of mine tight down into your
belly, but you keep sucking. I've got a big cum load, and it's
growing bigger by the minute. I want you to suck it out of me ...
all of it. Suck that sperm wad out of me, and it's yours! The
whole wad slithering down inside your throat to your belly!"
"Oh, no! I can't swallow it! I just can't!"
Harris silenced her by filling her mouth with his prick,
shoving hard until it butted against the back wall of her throat
once more. "Now, do like I told you. Let your jaw drop as far as
it can go. I'm coming all the way in!" And with that, he felt the
far end of his smooth, rubbery cockhead slip into a dark ageway
of incredible warmth and softness. The sensation was delicious and
he let her know it by moaning in a kind of delirium of delight and
loosening his grasp in her hair. Sitting there, his prick buried
so deeply within her, holding on to her head and hair as though
they were disconnected to her body, his head thrown back, his eyes
rolling, Harris was in heaven.
"Play with my balls ... that's it, baby! Now, pull the whole
bag down, not too hard! Hang on them, swing on them!"
As much as she despised it, the rigid fuck pole in her throat
was getting to her. She could feel the juices from far up inside
her cunt flowing down and spilling out of her lower lips. The
sticky goo from her pussy slithered over her inner thighs.
It was too much. She couldn't hold it back. As she felt the
cock start to throb toward climax in her mouth, she snaked her hand
between her thighs. She found her cunt and started fingerfucking
herself and getting her clit off with the heel of her hand.
Her tongue and mouth took on a will of their own. They sucked
his cock flesh wildly. Suck, suck, suck, Lisa's mind screamed as
she tore at her pussy and laved the head and barrel of his plunging
prick with her tongue.
No longer was the task revolting. Now she wanted to suck and
she wanted to drink his cum.
Her body took over her mind totally. Her free hand crept up
his spread calves, over his thighs to the taut muscles of his
asscheeks. She pulled from behind, pressing him ever closer to her
working lips. She opened her mouth even wider to allow him more
and easier access to her working throat. She sucked with abandon
on his prick.
She could see the result of her labors as his whole body
quivered, the muscles rippling upward from his thighs as he rocked
his hips forward and back, sending his cock with ever increasing
pressure and power into the far recesses of her throat.
She heard him scream as she dug the tip of her tongue into the
opening at the tip of his cock. She burrowed into his cockhead.
He tasted pungent, and again she felt the quivers in her cunt.
"I'm going to come! OH, SHIT!" he screamed, as he violently
shoved his cock into her mouth. When it was embedded deeply in her
throat, his hips worked faster, plunging his loaded prick deeper
and deeper into her face. Every second brought his cum closer to
the boiling point. He panted loudly as he thrust and bucked his
massive cock into the wet tightness of her mouth.
Then, even as her own body shuddered in climax, his cum filled
her throat in great spasms. Jolt after jolt vibrated the length of
his fuckpole and thudded against the back of her throat.
His whole body stiffened. His stomach was flat against her.
His fingers were clutching the tender thrustings of her nipples,
and now he began to pull at the flesh, twisting in his fingers,
making bolts of pain shoot through her.
The second her own climax was over, Lisa again hated herself.
She wanted it done with, but his cock was still pouring hot goo
into her mouth.
He talked the whole time. "Ahhh, Lisa, baby ... ohhhhh, baby
... that's so great ... my God, that fantastic mouth of yours! I
just want you to keep that up. Ahhhhh, this is the ... most ...
uhhhhh! I never met a woman who knew so much about ... ohhhhh ...
OHHHHHHH!" His voice died in a screech.
After it was over, Lisa remained on the mat. When Harris
finally stood up, she leaned forward and laid her head down on her
crossed arms. He spoke to her, but she didn't hear him and didn't
reply.
A few minutes later, she realized he had left the kitchen.
But she didn't stir until she heard the front door of the apartment
slam behind him.
Several minutes ed before she climbed to her feet. She
crossed the kitchen, put the flame under the coffee again, then
went to the bathroom and threw up.
When she returned to the kitchen, the coffee was perking black
as ink. She took a cup from the drain and brought the pot over to
the table.
There were six cups of coffee in the pot. She drank them all,
black. By the time she finished the last of them, her mouth tasted
of coffee instead of cum. Chapter 3 "Ben, I want to ask you something."
"Come on, Connie, can't it wait?"
The girl worked hard fending off the man's exploring hands.
"No, really ... this is serious, Ben.
"You're telling me." His seeking fingers found and clutched a
tit through her robe.
She giggled. "Aw, Ben ... you don't ever want to listen to
anything I say."
He cuddled one breast in his palm, cuddled his cheek up the
other. "Certainly I do, sweetie. I listen to every word like it
was gospel. But right now I've got an ear full of boob and all I
can hear is the call of the wild. Ask me later."
They were on a bed together, Connie clothed only in a sheer
robe, Ben wearing nothing but his shorts. He was a broadly built
man, and had no difficulty rolling her onto her back in spite of
her protests.
"Ben, I'll forget all about it later. You know how I am when
you finish with me ... you get me all goofy."
"You do the same for me, doll. Even if you your
question, I might not be able to answer it." His agile fingers were
undoing the knot at her waist, and in the space of a second, her
robe had parted.
"Damn you," Connie said good-naturedly as the shudders of
familiar pleasure ran through her flesh. "You always get what you
want, you louse."
He lifted his mouth from her tit long enough to say, "When I
want it badly enough, Connie." Then his hand clutched the sphere,
and his lips dropped to kiss it once more.
Her fingers toyed idly in his hair while he kissed her. She
closed her eyes and sighed. There was a little ball of worry at
the back of her mind, but her awakening desire suppressed it until
her only thoughts were of ion.
Later would be time enough. She would ask him later.
Afterward.
Ben Faraday had been the first man in a long time who had been
able to build a fire in her pussy and her belly. Consequently, Ben
was one of only two people that Connie Bascom gave her body to.
The other was Lisa Morton. Everyone else paid for it. Connie was
a hooker, one of the best in the city.
That didn't mean Connie didn't give her customers their
money's worth. She loved to fuck. But she fucked the customers
only with her body. Ben and Lisa, she fucked with her whole being.
In a way she guessed that Ben was paying for her pussy, but
she didn't like to think of it that way. He was her psychiatrist.
He treated her for free, and she fucked him for free. But after
the very first time together, she knew it was for real. He was a
fabulous lover and he had a foot long cock that swelled to a girth
of three inches. Connie considered herself a very lucky girl.
She wished Lisa could be so lucky. That was what she wanted
to talk to Ben about, but right now she found it hard to think
about Lisa, with Ben's huge cock pressing against her belly and his
lips biting her erect nipples.
"God, I love your big tits," he moaned.
"They love you too, Ben," she sighed. "Suck em ... bite 'em.
Turn me on good and then pour that monster into my ass or my
pussy!"
Her sharp-nailed fingers fled down his back to the elastic
band of his shorts. He shifted his frame, never ceasing in his
kiss, allowing her to work his shorts down onto the floor.
Her hand sought and found his cock. She felt his lips tense
against her, and smiled.
Connie was a businesswoman. She had the efficiency, the
assets, and the concentration necessary to make her business a
success. But the qualities never prevented her from enjoying her
work. Like a writer who writes because he loves to, Connie fucked
because she loved to.
That was another reason she always thrilled when Ben called
and said he was coming up. He loved her pussy as much as she loved
his cock. Furthermore, he had the ability to go along with his
enjoyment, and he had the stamina to match the fury of his desires.
In all respects, Connie considered Ben an irable example of male
development, and a man whom she would always urge to return again.
And again.
Her hand moved, light-fingered and maddening, teasing, while
his lips made a circle around her nipple.
He was a good stud, she thought, but that was only part of it.
She entertained an awful lot of losers in her line of work, and it
was a genuine pleasure to welcome a real man every once in a while.
But Ben's prowess was given dimension by the fact of his
sharpness. That was the only word she could find to really
describe him. He was sharp. He was knowledgeable, he was quick,
he was aware of what was happening and why.
By God, she thought, there were damn few men like that. Fewer
even than there were really skilled performers in bed. If she
hadn't been a hooker, and if he hadn't been such an anti-romantic,
they probably would have been married by now.
The preliminaries were drawing to a rapid close. Her cunt was
soaking with the honey of her desire. She no longer teased his big
dick, but squeezed it urgently. Her fist around his wealth of male
meat drew it to the heated depths of her cuntal lips.
He required little urging.
His hip lifted from the bed, and she trapped him. With her
arms locked around him, she drew him to her. His face came even
with her own, his hands fondling her tits.
"You're a honey," Ben said. "You know that?"
"For you I am," Connie replied. "Not for everybody."
"You'd make some man a wonderful wife, but don't ever let it
happen. The world needs a woman as good as you."
"A woman needs a man as good as you," she returned. "But you
talk too much. You should quit talking and start fucking!"
He was way ahead of her.
The musky smell of desire and ion rose to his nostrils
from the wet slit between her thighs. The hot feminine odor of her
sex whirled in his brain and drove him to an instant peak of
desire.
"God, I love to fuck you," he moaned.
"Then put it in, lover. Sock your cock to me!" Connie
groaned, her mouth dry and her body undulating wildly beneath him.
Slowly, in ecstasy, he teased her cunt by running his bulbous
cockhead up and down the wet slit from her clit to her anus and
back again. Then he stopped at the hole and slowly entered her
nest. His moist prick slid slowly down, deeper and deeper, into
the hairy, anxious jaws of her clasping cunt.
"Ohhhhhh ... feels good, Ben ... big beautiful dick coming
into me."
"Fuck it back, baby," he groaned. "Slide your cunt up over
it!"
Her whole body shook and quivered. Up, down her full, firm
asscheeks bounced on the bed as his erect tool probed the depths of
her belly through the walls of her cunt.
"Oh, shit ... fuck, fuck ... FUCK!" she cried.
"Sweet, sweet pussy."
He was swift and sure. As always, her muscles tensed. His
fingers pummeled her tits, his thumbs pushed down onto her nipples,
he began to set a rhythm which matched perfectly the beating of her
heart.
She gave herself completely, letting pleasure rinse out her
mind, letting her body take command. It was always that way with
Ben. All that was needed was her body and his, and the minds
inside those bodies were there only to sense for as long as the
sensation lasted.
As the bedsprings squeaked, their breaths blew from their
mouths in a rhythm that wasn't entirely exertion. Like a musical
trio, the sounds, creaking, sighing, combined to produce a single
sound, a single concept.
Pleasure.
She raked his back with her nails. He dug his teeth into her
shoulder. He swung his weight furiously against her.
His fingers were painful on her breasts now, but she wasn't
feeling the pain. His abdomen was reddening hers, but she wasn't
noticing that either. His teeth were digging far too deeply into
her shoulder, but she had no will to worry over the bruise he was
leaving.
His prick found the heart of her cavern with each driving
thrust. He twisted and squeezed the nipples of her tits as they
swayed and slapped together on her heaving chest.
"Ohhhh ... ohhhh, Ben, send your big fucking cock into me!"
"Like that, honey?" he said, jarring her teeth with his
assault.
"Yes ... YES ... right there. Pound my clit with your bone.
Ohhhh ... OHHHHH FUCK, THAT'S GOOD!"
She tossed her head from side to side and dug her nails even
harder into his muscular back as it rippled with the steady rhythm
of his hard fucking.
"Fuck ... fuck ... FUCK ME!"
His heart was beating wildly now and his body was shaking as
he felt the hot sperm in his balls start to boil.
The ion in her own body was also nearing its peak as his
cock tortured her throbbing clitoris. The tiny bolts of pleasure-
pain shot through her body, up to her tits, and into her brain.
She knew that she too would soon plunge into orgasmic release.
The tension built in her body as she bucked and pounded her hips
and belly against his muscular flesh. His cock was enormous. But
then so was her cunt. Connie was a big woman and her body needed a
lot of cock for satisfaction.
Ben had a lot of cock, and he knew how to use it.
She moaned and panted in rhythm with his prick as it slid in
and out of her wet sheath. At the peak of each jarring lunge, his
pelvic bone slammed against her clit, exploding currents of lust in
her body.
"Oh, shit, what a fucker you are!"
Connie wanted even more pressure from the rigid tool against
her clit and the back of her cunt. She raised her legs into the
air and wrapped them around his head. Now he could get full
penetration and he took advantage of it.
Her shrieks of lust grew louder and longer as he pounded
harder, faster, and bored into her cuntal cavern deeper. She
nearly shook them both off the bed as she responded like a wild
animal to his fucking.
He eased his hand down, beneath his slapping balls, and let
his fingers crawl up her crack toward her asshole. She felt what
he was doing. "Yesssss, Ben, both holes at once! Put your fingers
up my ass!"
She yelped, screamed, and grunted with pleasure as he
complied. His throbbing prick slid over the satin walls of her
cunt and the hard knob of her clit as three fingers punctured her
anus in the same fuck rhythm.
Her whole body was beginning to shine with perspiration.
Small beads began to form on her forehead and run slowly down the
side of her lust-contorted face.
Their bodies merged into a mutual ion that would soon
become release as they each felt the rising tide of the other's
orgasm. When the wild explosion struck at last, Connie's voice
erupted with erotic delight. "Ohhhhh, yes. OHHHHHH, BEN ... your
fuck, it's sooooooo wonderful! I'm going to ... come ... I'm
coming with you ... I'm shooting ... oh, fuck, son of a bitch, I'm
shooting so good!"
Their pulsations continued for what seemed an eternity. She
didn't think his fuck would ever end. The orgasm was the
strongest, the heaviest, the most satisfying she had experienced.
Ben's hot cum just wouldn't quit streaming into her cunt, and she
could feel her pussy rapidly filling with the result of both their
spends.
The sensations slowly came to a halt.
And it was over.
Ages later, she became aware of his chest crushing her
ravished breasts. The flat plane of his hairy stomach was hard
against her. His muscles untensed and relaxed one by one.
Her arms slipped from his back as the last fragment of
pleasure danced through her.
I don't love him, she thought. I like him, but I don't love
him. I love loving.
He lifted his head finally and looked into her face. His hair
was plastered to his forehead.
"Wow!" he whispered.
"You're so right," Connie smiled, and lifted a hand to stroke
his cheek happily. "Ben, you're a champ. I'll tell the world."
"Don't bother," he said, gulping for breath and trying to
smile at the same time. "If you told the world, I'd have women
knocking at my door all day, and I want to save it all for you."
"Louse. Big, beautiful louse." She grinned back at him.
He moved away, rolled onto his back, and groped blindly toward
the floor, trying to locate his shirt. "Cigarette?"
"Sure. It's tradition."
He laughed. In a moment, two cigarettes were lit, and smoke
was rising from the bed like steam from their exhausted bodies.
"Ben?"
"What?"
"I wanted to talk to you. ?"
"You did?"
"Yes. And you said you'd talk after. Well, this is after."
He laughed. "That sums it up. Okay, baby ... shoot. What's
on your mind?"
"A friend of mine. A dear friend."
"Oh?"
"Her name is Lisa and she's got one hell of a problem."
"What kind of a problem?"
"Sex.
He looked at her, startled. "You want to start ing my
cock around?"
"Not really," Connie laughed. "But that big hunk you've got
just might straighten her out. No, Ben, her problem was she used
to love sex too much. Now she's fallen in love ... with her
husband."
"That is a little strange."
"Don't make fun," Connie said. "It's true, and it's weird.
She'd never go to you professionally, but if I introduced you as
just a friend, you might be able to help her."
"For you, love ... anything. What's the deal?"
"Well, it all started in college, when she met her husband.
Believe me, it is strange. You see, what happened was ..." Chapter 4 Milt Harris walked into Ken's office behind Louise. He
watched the girl's ass jiggling beneath the taut skirt and
shuddered when he realized that, as well as no bra, the bitch wore
no panties.
Damn, he thought, what a deal Ken Morton has-a beautiful wife,
and a beautiful secretary. Harris wondered if he was plugging the
secretary. He was sure the ad executive would if he knew that his
wife was fucking around like she was.
"Milt, good to see you," Ken said, rising behind his desk and
extending his hand.
Harris took the hand and mumbled hello. His eyes were still
on the secretary's body.
"Will there be anything else, Mr. Morton?"
"Not now, Louise."
Both men watched the clocklike precision of the leggy
brunette's ass movements as she walked across the room and through
the door.
"Damn, oh damn, that's nice," Harris said, turning back to Ken
and easing his big body into one of the leather chairs.
"I wouldn't know," Ken replied. "When you've got a wife like
I have, you just don't screw around ... even with someone as
attractive as Louise."
Harris coughed and hoped his face didn't give his thoughts
away. "Yeah ... yeah, I suppose you're right. I'm not as lucky.
My wife ... well, that's another story."
"Sorry I couldn't make it last night. But I called Lisa a
little while ago and she told me everything went fine."
"Yeah ... yeah," Harris replied. "Your wife is great company,
fine food, and good conversation. We had a very enjoyable
evening."
"What time did you leave?" Ken said. "Lisa was asleep when I
got in."
You lying sack of shit, Harris thought. His mind was on the
wild fuck Ken's wife had given him the night before, and the
equally fine blow-job that morning. So much so that he almost
blurted out ten o'clock this morning, but he caught himself. "Oh
... it was late. I really don't ."
"She's a fine lady," Ken said.
"Yeah, she sure is," Harris said, averting his eyes and
pulling papers from his briefcase. "Well, shall we get down to
business?"
"Sure thing," Ken said, calmly. But inwardly he was sensing
another victory, another contract. And all because of Lisa's
talented body.
He barely heard Harris's voice droning on about figures as he,
for the hundredth time, congratulated himself on the greatest
merger of his young business career-marrying Lisa.
He had been dating and fucking and living with a girl named
Shirley almost his whole time at school. She wanted marriage, but
Ken had no time for it. He wanted a lot of varied sex, and success
in business. Shirley just wasn't the wife for him.
Then one night another couple came over for dinner. Bob was a
fraternity brother of Ken's who also dug sex and managed to find
girls who swung. Shirley always knew that when Bob and a date came
over, the evening usually ended up in a foursome naked and fucking
each other's brains out on the living room floor.
Bob's date that night was Lisa, and the moment Ken saw her he
decided that he wanted some of that raven-haired beauty in private
first. All the way through dinner, Lisa let him know with her eyes
that she was more than willing.
After dinner, with the girls still in the kitchen, Ken made
his pitch. "I have an idea ... why don't we split up first, Bob.
You fuck Shirley down here and I'll take Lisa up to the bedroom."
"Jeez, I don't know ..." Bob said. "I've only laid Lisa once
myself. I figured we were going to swing in a foursome ..."
"We will ... we will," Ken insisted. "But later. Man, you've
never had Shirley alone. She really comes unhinged when I'm not
there watching!"
"Yeah?"
"You'll love it, Bob," Ken said, closing the trap. "She'll
turn you inside out."
Before he could change his mind, Ken had grabbed Lisa and
maneuvered her to the upstairs bedroom.
"How did you manage this?" Lisa asked.
"I told Bob how much Shirley wanted to fuck him alone."
"Did she?"
"No. But I wanted to fuck you alone first."
"I'm game, but poor Shirley."
"Why?"
"Bob's a lousy lay. I only came tonight because I'd heard
about you."
"Well, what are we waiting for? Do you wanna fuck?"
She smiled. It was almost a leer. "That's what I came up
here for."
He took her in his arms and they dropped back onto the bed.
She lowered her lips to his. They were moist and soft as they
closed over his, searching, demanding ion. Her tongue moved
lightly over his lips at first, then probed between them, seeking
entrance.
He reached up and touched her breasts that pressed tightly
against the blouse. They were hard, encased in a tight bra. The
blouse itself was stretched to the straining point by her huge
tits.
"Oh, yeah," Ken moaned, cupping her full tits in his hand as
their lips parted. "I like these. Nice, very fucking nice."
She unbuttoned her blouse. Shrugging it from her shoulders,
she reached behind her to release the hooks of her bra. Her
monumental breasts seemed to fill the air around his head when she
leaned forward. She thrust them at him. Then she pressed herself
down on top of him. She growled out her sexual joy when he
answered her desires by squeezing and pinching her hardened
nipples.
"Damn, you do want it, don't you!" he gasped.
"You're going to find out just how much," she hissed. "Put
some music on!"
Ken found a station on the radio by the bed, slow, sensual
music filled the room. Lisa nodded to him to leave the dial there.
She stood to her full height and started to dance, slowly at first,
but then in double time to the music.
Her hips moved suggestively. Her long, silky black hair
cascaded over her huge tits. Her tits swayed back and forth as she
moved. Now and then a dark, pink-tinted nipple darted out
invitingly behind her hair.
"You like my tits?" she breathed.
"Biggest and best I've ever seen," Ken rasped.
"They like to be sucked, and bitten ... I dig everything about
sex, Ken. Everything that can be done. And I've already done most
of it and I'm looking for more."
"That's what I'm here for, baby," he said, starting to pull
off his own clothes.
It was obvious to Ken that in this lusciously built girl he
was meeting his sexual counterpart. His cock got harder and longer
and thicker in his hand as he watched her dance around the room.
She peeled her clothes off as she moved.
"Want to see my pussy?" she said.
"Take it off, honey," Ken said, squeezing his prick so the
head filled with blood and gleamed invitingly to her.
Lisa grinned wickedly and tore the skirt from her body. She
threw it into his face. He pulled it away and watched as the threw
her head backward and thrust the dark patch of her bikini-covered
cunt and her jutting, magnificent breasts forward.
He could see everything, and it was all fantastic.
But he wanted her completely naked; he wanted to see it all.
She took her time about peeling her panties off, knowing that
it was driving him wild with lustful desire. No man could resist
those legs of hers.
Ken's patience was being tried. He urged her to finish
stripping and she soon obliged him. She was as hot to get laid as
he was. Finally, sensuously, she stepped out of the brief panties
and moved toward him. He wasted no time shedding the remainder of
his own clothes, showing her an erection that had to be satisfied.
Lisa dropped to her knees before him. He had been such a
complimentary audience that she felt she had to do something very
special for him. She rubbed her soft lips on his prick and soon
had the hunk of male meat covered with smudges of her lipstick.
Then she leaned back and snaked out her tongue again and
again. Ken was soon hard as a granite. He grabbed her head and
pressed it against his body, making his huge prick almost disappear
between her clinging lips.
"That's it, baby," he urged her. "You sure know how to make a
man happy. Someday I'm going to steal you from that bastard Bob.
Just wait and see."
"Beautiful, hard cock," she murmured. She took his meat back
into her mouth and looked up at him with bright, flashing eyes.
She would give him the best blow-job of his life. And she would
fuck him until he begged her to stop.
Ken looked down at her with complete satisfaction. It wasn't
that he was tired of Shirley, but it was nice to have a different
woman for a change, especially one like Lisa, who seemed to know
all the ropes.
She was using every trick in the book to increase his
pleasure. She took his prick all the way into her mouth until it
had disappeared into the soft moistness of her throat. Her teeth
rested gently on the base of it while her soft lips pulled at his
wiry pubic hair. Ken couldn't believe it. No woman had ever been
able to swallow all his meat. Lisa took him into her throat so
deep she could nibble his balls with her lips.
Ken knew that he was going to come quickly under her expert
ministrations, and he did everything possible to delay his orgasm.
It just wasn't right to come so quickly when she was showing him
such a good time.
Lisa sucked harder and harder at the big cock that was filling
her mouth to capacity. It tickled her throat and made her want to
gag, but nothing could make her stop until she had got what she
wanted-a hot frothing stream of cream.
"Oh, Jesus, can you suck cock," Ken cried, as he hunched his
meat into her face. "Take it ...
OHHHHHHH ... TAKE IT ALL!" he gave up trying to hold back his
orgasm. His balls began to throb uncontrollably. It was obvious to
both of them that he would come in a matter of seconds.
He shoved his prick into her mouth one last time and then felt
his balls explode. A wave of ion ran through his limbs and
coursed through his blood. Finally he shot his load, a tremendous
stream of hot cum that was impossible to swallow.
One spasm after another ed through his body and Lisa was
amazed at the amount of cum he could produce. She gulped down as
much as she could, but some of it leaked out of the corner of her
mouth, running down her chin to form a sticky puddle between her
heaving tits.
"Ummmmm, that's so nice," she told him. "Now I want you to
fuck me good and hard. This time you can take all the time you
want before coming."
"Sure thing, baby," he told her. "Your wish is my command,
especially when you want to fuck."
Ken leaped between her thighs, grinding his meat with one hand
toward her cunt hole.
"Fill me up, lover," Lisa groaned as she felt his still-erect
cock slide with ease up her soaking channel. "Yes ... YES! All
the way ... GIVE ME EVERY INCH OF IT!"
It was a combination of her wild lust and her beauty that
enabled Ken to keep it up for a second fuck so soon after blowing a
big come into her mouth. Only a few times before had he been able
to do that. Lisa was a sex machine that could keep him turned on
indefinitely. Already, as he plunged into her warm softness, he
was making plans.
"Is it all in?"
"Not quite," he panted.
"All of it ... God, it's big! GIVE ME ALL OF IT!"
Lisa knew just how she wanted to be fucked. Flat on her back
and with no fancy stuff. That was the way she reacted most
ionately. She lay flat on the bed and spread her legs
provocatively, knowing just how he would respond.
And he did. Moaning with anticipation, grasping his throbbing
cock in one hand, he moved quickly atop her on the bed. Running
the bulbous head along the length of her soaking slit, he suddenly
gave one mighty, thrusting lunge. The massive prick went in easily
despite its enormous girth, and Lisa sighed with lust as he began
to fuck her. She was glad Ken had arranged for them to be alone
first. If she fucked him in Bob's presence, she couldn't help but
be competitive with him and with Shirley. Alone with Ken, she
could really enjoy herself and fuck for the sheer joy of it.
All Ken was aware of was that his idea had been a complete
success. He had no idea of what was going on in the living room,
but the sounds of ion he could faintly hear told him all he
really needed to know.
Shirley was good enough to take care of any man and he hoped
that Bob was taking full advantage of her talents. It was nice to
have a girl who didn't care how much you fucked mound, particularly
when it was with her own gorgeous and ionate friends.
He shoved his prick all the way in and then lowered his head
to bite into her nipples. It was something he had done a million
times, but every time it was like doing something new.
He began to move his hips forward, using a flowing motion that
drove Lisa wild with lust. He didn't seem to have a bone in his
body as he fucked her, and every muscle seemed to have a life of
its own. Ken was a real natural who had known how to fuck since
the age of eleven.
Lisa responded by grinding her ass into the bed and shoving
her body against Ken's chest. He was so hairy that it tickled her
at first, but soon the wiry hair increased her ion to the
breaking point. She knew she would be coming soon, and coming big.
He reached under her and cupped his hands beneath her jiggling
buttocks, holding her close against his body. His finger plunged
into her asshole and explored it gently.
She moaned with ion and encouraged him to go deeper with
his finger. It felt so good to lay there completely helpless, not
knowing what he would do to her body next.
She responded to every one of his subtle movements with
gyrations of her pelvis. There was nothing he would do that she
couldn't match, no stroke that was too difficult to imitate. It
was a kind of friendly competition as to who would come first.
She rubbed her tits all over his chest and knew that she was
getting him close. His face was covered with sweat and he was
breathing harder and harder, almost like a drowning man. Their
bodies were glued together with a film of salty sweat. She ground
her cunt over his cock and her ass over his fingers.
"You like it in the ass, too?" he panted.
"I love it everywhere," she groaned.
"Then let's switch," he breathed, pulling out of her and
rolling off the bed.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, frowning.
"C'mere, and I'll show you," he said, plopping down in a
chair.
He sat comfortably and told Lisa to get on top of him, face to
face. The girl followed his directions, squeezing her ankles
against his hips and straddling his torso with her thighs. It was
hard to hold her balance but she finally managed to succeed,
wondering what he intended to do with her, but knowing it would be
good.
Her big tits were right in front of his eyes and he couldn't
resist taking a bite out of the luscious globes. He sucked them
until her nipples were red and puckered and then decided to get
down to serious business.
He told her that in this position she could lower herself onto
his cock so that his prick would go alternately into her cunt and
asshole. She didn't believe it was possible at first but he urged
her to try it and find out for herself. Eager to learn anything
new in sex, she lowered herself onto him and found that her cunt
surrounded his prick with ease. She pulled herself up again,
holding onto his shoulders, and then tried to get his prick into
her asshole. It was almost as successful as it had been with her
cunt.
"It really does work!" she exclaimed. "How the fuck did you
ever come up with this?"
"Trade secrets," He teased her. "I can't give them away, but
if you're a good girl, maybe I'll teach you something else as
well!"
Lisa smiled at him and then lowered her body onto his prick.
It was a great position for her for several reasons. She could
control the pace and alternate fuck holes at her leisure. Also, it
made it easier for him to penetrate deeply into her.
She slowly lowered herself so that the big prick glided into
her asshole. She remained that way so his giant cock was buried to
the hilt-every time he moved his body, it felt like she would be
shot through the ceiling.
She raised herself up again and then came right down on the
rigid tool which slid easily into her cunt. She loved this new
position, but she was tiring and knew that she couldn't keep up the
pace much longer.
Ken sensed her discomfort and told her to slide off him, onto
the floor, down onto her hands and knees. This way she could relax
and he could still choose between her ass and cunt holes.
He crouched right behind her and shoved his prick into her
well-lubricated asshole. Both of them loved the deep penetration
that this position provided. Lisa moved her body backward so that
her ass pressed against her new lover's hairy midsection while his
balls slapped against her cunt. She could hardly wait for her
orgasm.
Ken looked down at the gorgeous piece of ass beneath him and
blessed his good luck. Shirley was woman enough to keep any man
happy, but Lisa was something else altogether.
He reached around and began to caress her big tits, cupping
his fingers over her broad pink nipples. The rosy flesh became
hard and puckered under his insistent ministrations and he could
feel her cunt honey dripping onto his swaying balls.
He reached lower, rubbing her soft belly, then locating the
sensitive bud of her clitoris between the folds of her labia. He
squeezed the tiny pink organ and worked it over until his hands
were soaked with pussy juice. Then he plunged three fingers into
her cunt, bringing a shriek from her red, parted lips.
"Oh! Oh, lover ... that brings me so close ... so close!"
He could feel his own prick through the narrow wall of flesh
that separated Lisa's cunt from her asshole. It was like jerking
off at the same time he was buggering her. He soon had to stop.
He could feel his jism burning in his balls and he wanted them to
both come at the same time.
He slowed down the pace and then switched his prick from
asshole to cunt, knowing that it would make her all the hotter.
She began to buck her hips backward and he knew that she would
shoot her load in a few seconds.
He worked harder and then knew that he could come whenever he
wanted to. At last she exploded, oozing her juices all over his
prick and balls and Ken responded with an orgasm of his own,
equally powerful and intense.
He shoved his prick in for the last time just as she came.
She surprised him with the violence of her come, but he matched her
gyrations and wild bucking motions with his own ion.
"Aarrrggghhhh ... hard ... pound it into me hard!" Lisa
wailed, impaling her creaming channel on his jerking cock.
"Oh, baby ... baby, you're something else ... something
fucking else!" Ken panted, sending the entire length of his mammoth
prick into her with each lunge.
Hot cunt juice mixed with boiling jism inside Lisa's clasping
pussy as both of their sweating bodies emptied their loads of
ionate release. Time and time again he pumped into her, until
at last his straining balls were empty, and he collapsed on top of
her, reluctantly withdrawing his cock from her soaking pussy.
"Well," he said finally, "are you ready to go downstairs? I'm
afraid our time's up."
"Don't you want another blow-job?" she teased. "We can do it
quickly."
"Forget it," Ken grinned. "You women are all the same. No
respect for a man at all. I ought to take you over my knee
someday."
"I think I'd like that."
"I'll bet you would," he replied wearily.
They went downstairs, had another drink, and then had a four-
way fuck on the living room floor. Watching Lisa fuck Bob while
she sucked him and he ate Shirley, cemented the idea Ken already
had formed.
Just before they left that night, he managed to get Lisa alone
long enough to arrange a luncheon date the next day.
They met at noon in the dark corner of a little restaurant.
"What do you want out of life, Lisa?"
"Lots of kicks ... fun," she replied.
"So do I ... but what do you call kicks ... and fun?"
"Money and sex," she said, and then laughed. "I'll probably
turn out to be a high-priced hooker."
"There's an easier way," Ken said, and then explained his
plan.
Shirley moved out that afternoon and Lisa moved in. They
swung for the rest of the year until they both graduated, and then
they got married.
Corbin and Roberts was the best agency in town. When Lisa got
done with the two old fools, Ken was the head of their production
staff. And within three years he had his own agency and they were
well on their way to becoming a very wealthy young couple.
All they needed was one big, million-dollar contract ... and
Milt Harris could provide that. * * * Something in Harris's tone drew Ken back to the present.
"I'm sorry, Milt," he said. "My mind must have been
wandering. What did you say?"
"I said that I was sorry."
"About what?"
"About not being able to give you the contract."
"But ... but I thought it was in the bag. I've already hired
a whole new creative staff just for your project. I've spent
thousands on research!"
"Well, that's too bad, Ken, but I can't help it," Harris said.
"I just don't like your approach to the campaign, and your budget
is far too high."
You son of a bitch, Ken thought, you cock-sucker. You fuck
the hell out of my wife and you don't even have enough guilt about
it to stick to your word.
Ken was sweating. His whole future depended on landing the
contract from Harris's company. If he didn't get it, it could very
well break him.
"Isn't there some way we can get together on this, Milt?"
A strange light came into the man's dark eyes. It was a
penetrating, evil look that Ken hadn't seen there before. Then he
spoke and his voice had the same ominous quality.
"Tell you what, Ken. I'd be more than willing to talk it over
some more. Why don't you and Lisa come up to my mountain place
over the weekend. You can meet my wife, and maybe we can get
together ... on this, I mean." He leered as his fingers tapped the
briefcase in his lap. Chapter 5 When Lisa arrived at Connie's apartment, Connie was all ready
for her.
She was dressed in a sheer robe of pale blue material which
accentuated the whiteness of her skin. As she stood in the open
door smiling, Lisa let her eyes roam down the length of her body.
"Lisa, darling." The woman's voice was soft and smooth. Lisa
could see naked flesh through that robe and she could hear lust
behind the quiet of that voice. It made her tremble, but she tried
to hide it.
"Hello, Connie. May I come in?"
"Of course, darling. What a silly question. She stood aside
and took Lisa's hand, drawing her gently into the apartment. The
door closed with a click.
"I didn't know if you'd be alone or not," Lisa said.
Connie laughed softly as she took Lisa's coat. "This evening,
for a change, I'm quite free. I'm so happy to see you, Lee."
The nickname stirred something very deep inside Lisa. Connie
was the only person who ever called her Lee, and the name was
special and very private.
"I'm even happier to see you," she said. "I needed very much
to see you tonight."
"Did you?" Connie led her across the living room to a couch,
made her sit, then went to a sideboard and began mixing a pair of
drinks. "Was there some special reason, darling, or was it just
..." She let the sentence finish itself.
Lisa leaned back on the couch and relaxed. "Nothing really
special," she said. "Same old thing."
"Ken?"
"Yes ... and a man named Harris. He has a huge contract, and
we're trying to get it."
"And this Harris insisted on staying the night?" Connie asked.
"Yes. And this morning he woke up ready to come, instead of
ready to go away. He simply wouldn't take no for an answer."
"Ah, yes," Connie said sympathetically. "One of those. Did
you oblige him?"
Lisa nodded. "It was the only way to get rid of him."
"Well, sometimes that's the wisest course. After all,
darling, merely lying there and letting him have one final fling at
that sweet pussy of yours isn't too big a price to pay for the kind
of stakes you and Ken play for."
"He didn't want to fuck me," Lisa said.
"You mean ..
Lisa nodded.
"Jesus ... a blow-job in the morning," Connie said. "Even I
won't do that."
"I used to love to suck cock. But now ..."
"Now that you found out about pussy," Connie said, smiling.
Lisa nodded. "It isn't so much that I mind that anymore.
They all seem to want it, and you can get used to anything after a
while." She shivered slightly. "But first thing in the morning ...
before I could even have a cup of coffee or a cigarette."
"Poor baby," Connie said, and her voice was suddenly very
close. Lisa opened her eyes and found the woman standing over her,
with a drink in each hand. "Take a long swallow of this, Lee.
It'll help."
Lisa accepted the glass and sipped at it. As usual, Connie
had mixed the drink just the way Lisa liked it. She was such a
thoughtful woman, so tender and sweet. No wonder the world of men
seemed so repulsive beside gentle, feminine Connie.
The woman sat down beside Lisa and lit cigarettes for them
both. "Have a smoke, darling, and a few drinks. Try to relax and
forget this morning. You're with me now."
"Yes," Lisa said.
Connie sipped her drink, then set it down carefully on the
table in front of the couch. Her hand went to Lisa's shoulder.
"You feel so tense, Lee. I wish you'd relax."
"I'll be all right in a few minutes, Connie. Give me time."
The woman's hand drifted from the shoulder and descended to
settle lightly over Lisa's tit.
Lisa stiffened.
"Lee, darling ... what is it?"
"My breasts," Lisa replied. "He hurt them."
"Oh, God ... how awful! What a beast he must have been to
hurt such a sweet and lovely little girl. Here ..." Her hands
slipped under Lisa's arms and around her back, looking for the
zipper tab. "Let's see if we can't get you a bit more comfortable.
I'm sure all this clothing isn't helping you feel any better."
Lisa arched her torso and allowed her dress to be drawn from
her arms and down to her waist.
Connie's fingers were very gentle as they sought around back
again, finding and undoing the clasp of her bra.
The cups lifted away, and Lisa felt herself swing free. It
was a lovely sensation.
"There," Connie said. "Isn't that better?
"Much better," Lisa replied, smiling.
"Now let me see what he did to you." She bent her head and
peered closely at Lisa's naked breasts. "Oh, sweetheart! You poor
darling!"
"He ... he pulled me," Lisa said. "It hurt so much."
"The animal!" Connie's voice was suddenly very tense with
anger. "Didn't he know how much pain ... men are so stupid and
coarse sometimes!"
"It still hurts," Lisa said.
"Do you think I could help make it better, darling?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure? You look so sore ... are you certain I won't
just make the soreness worse?"
Lisa smiled dreamily. "Nothing you could do would ever hurt
me, Connie."
"My darling."
"Make it better," Lisa said. Her voice was a whisper.
Connie's hand touched the bare flesh just above Lisa's waist.
Slowly the hand climbed until it rested flat under one breast.
Lisa watched through half-closed eyes as Connie leaned forward, as
her soft and knowing lips puckered.
The hand slipped upward, lifting the weight of a tit to meet
the oncoming lips.
Lisa let her head drop back onto the cushions and then closed
her eyes again. It was beginning. All the old familiar pleasure,
just as it had so many times before, just as it always did with
Connie. Feminine lips had taken possession of her and that was one
of the biggest pleasures in Lisa's world. The warmth of that
caress was soothing away the hurt left by the man's twisting
fingers, and replacing that hurt with delight.
And there was more delight to come. Connie would kiss until
she was numb with pleasure, and then she would kiss the other one.
And while she kissed, her delicate hands would stroke and soothe
until Lisa's whole body was quivering sensation.
At that point, as always, they would go into the bedroom
together. As always, they would lay side by side on Connie's huge
bed. As always, they would touch and kiss and embrace, sharing
every caress, every tingle of pleasure, until neither of them could
wait a moment longer. Then, as always, they would make love.
It was so simple, Lisa thought, as her tit was caressed by
Connie's sweet lips. You could sum up the new way she felt by
saying that she couldn't get any satisfaction any more from men.
She knew why. Because she had matured. Now she wanted love, and
love was Ken. The only man she could come with now was Ken, and he
rarely fucked her anymore.
So she had turned to women and, eventually, she had found
Connie.
Connie was a prostitute. And loving her while fucking Ken's
business clients made Lisa feel like a prostitute. And that was
what had suddenly ruined sex for her.
Men wanted pleasure, and basically there was nothing wrong
with that. But they wanted their pleasure without charge, without
paying for pleasure received in the only coin that mattered-
pleasure returned. Money could keep a woman alive, keep her
comfortable, keep her secure, but it couldn't buy anything to
replace the pleasure a man had robbed.
But now wasn't the time to worry about such things, because
now Connie's lips had stopped kissing, now Connie's hands had
slipped inside Lisa's panties to clutch her buttocks, now Connie's
face was right in front of Lisa's, lips inviting, nostrils flaring.
Now things were really starting.
Connie's breath was warm when she spoke. "Feel better,
darling?"
"Let's go into the bedroom," Lisa said in a tiny voice.
"Yes, darling."
Connie pulled her to her feet and slipped an arm around her
waist as they crossed the living room together. The bedroom was
dark, but there was no need for lights. The two women knew this
ritual and the room and each other quite well enough.
Lisa undressed and soon felt the soft touch of hands on her,
the brushing of lips, then the silken edge of the bed as Connie
urged her to it. She let herself fall, let the hands of her lover
arrange her.
Connie's hands left her momentarily, and Lisa heard the
sensuous rustle of a robe gliding down pale, smooth flesh to the
floor. Then the bed sagged slightly. Connie's hands spanned her
body, and Connie's lush, heavy breasts came against her own,
followed an instant later by the whole length of Connie's body.
Their lips met, their arms and hands roamed and explored.
Every breath they took pushed their tits more tightly together.
"Oh, God, I burn down there, Connie!"
"I know, baby ... I know."
"It used to be a man's cock would make my pussy burn like
that. Now the feel of your tits, your pussy, your lips does it."
"Spread your legs a little, darling," Connie moaned. "Let me
tongue your sweet pussy for you."
Lisa parted her legs wide. She groaned in anticipation of the
wondrous joys to come from Connie's loving hands, lips, fingers,
and tongue.
"Feel good?" Connie asked, kissing the girl's taut, tender
nipples.
"Yes, oh, yes, you know it does."
Then Connie sucked at a nipple while she began to run her
hands up the soft skin of Lisa's inner thighs. Soon the tips of
her fingers touched the damp, dark ends of Lisa's curling pussy
hair.
Lisa groaned and lifted her cunt as if to say eat me, tongue
me, suck me!
Connie used the tips of her fingers to spread the lips of the
beautiful girl's pussy. Her own pussy began to tingle and ooze
juices on Lisa's belly as she ran her fingers up and down the sweet
slit.
She let her finger work its way into Lisa's tightly clasped
pussy. She began stroking up and down the wet furrow, watching it
glisten more and more under her expert ministrations.
Beneath her, Lisa relaxed, shivering sensations starting to
course through her naked body. She felt gurgling moans coming up
in her throat as Connie's finger began a gentle massage of her
erect clitoris. The thrill that suddenly spread through her pussy
made her hips lift of their own volition.
"How does it feel now, baby?" Connie cooed, her own body
starting to shake with lust.
"Oh, Connie, it feels so good ... so wonderful ... you know
just what to do when you touch and play with my pussy."
Connie wormed her finger between the hotly clasping folds of
the sweet cunt and slid it up into her velvet sheath. Then she
began a steady fucking motion, in and out, of the tight little cunt
while she pressed against and massaged the tender clit with her
palm.
"You feel so good, Lisa, real good. Your little pussy is nice
and hot. You have the tightest little pussy!"
"Tighter than yours?" Lisa groaned.
"Oh, God, yes," Connie replied. "Much tighter."
As she watched the tender, taut cuntal lips extend and
contract over her finger, Connie suddenly realized that she could
wait no longer to taste Lisa's pussy. She knew the young girl was
sore and tender, but now her own pussy was seething with desire and
she had a wild, wanton urge to eat sweet cunt.
Suddenly, all playfulness left Connie's mind. It was replaced
with a hungering sexual need. With an audible groan of lust, she
repositioned herself. She lowered herself, mashing her own
voluptuous globes against Lisa's tits, her cunt finding its twin,
and then she rubbed.
Connie worked between Lisa's thighs until both their cunts
were sopping with sexual arousal. She ground her clit hard against
its mate until both girls were groaning, their eyes closed, their
breath coming in great gasps.
"Oh, baby, I can't wait ... I want to eat you!" Connie gasped.
"I want to make you come with my mouth, with my tongue!"
"Oh, yes, Connie darling ... eat and suck my cunt. Make me
come with your tongue, your mouth. I don't hurt any more ... make
love to me, please!" Lisa breathed.
Connie slowly moved her head down over the smaller girl's
body. She licked her breasts, her belly, her navel, and slicked
saliva over the top of her mound. As she moved downward, she
rubbed her own wiry cunt hair over the girl's tender skin.
"Oh, yes ... yes, Connie ... eat me! Put your sweet mouth on
me and eat me!" Lisa gurgled. Her hands found Connie's head as she
opened her thighs and pulled.
"Ummmmm, yes ... yessss," Connie moaned as her face mashed
against the soaked lips of Lisa's soaked pussy.
She mashed her face so deeply into the puffy mass that it soon
was wet all over with Lisa's juices. Wildly, she licked the young
cunt. Her teeth nibbled at the clit, driving the younger girl into
writhing fits of ion.
"Me, too ... me, too!" she cried. "I want to eat you at the
same time!"
Eagerly, Connie adjusted her position until Lisa's head was
between her thighs while she again buried her own face in the
pleasure pit of Lisa's cunt.
They writhed, their lovely, female bodies pressed against each
other, tits mashed against bellies, cunts against mouths between
widely splayed legs. The musky aromas of sexual arousal filled the
room and hung heavy in the still air.
"Connie ... Connie, I love you ... I'm there!" Lisa shrieked.
"I think I'm coming ... oh, God, what a feeling! What a come!"
Connie came, too, pushing the meaty flesh of her pulsing cunt
into the younger girl's face, and squeezing her head with trembling
thighs. As she sucked and swallowed the shower of juices from
Lisa's tender pussy, she continued grinding her own hips to get all
the relief she could out of the joyous with Lisa's sucking
mouth.
"Oh, Connie, that was wonderful ... beautiful," Lisa said,
finally pulling her lips from the gooey mass of Connie's pussy.
Connie kept her head between Lisa's legs, gently licking the
still flowing juices from her dark cunt. "It was beautiful for
both of us," Connie said huskily.
"I wish I had the guts to leave Ken. I wish I was sure that I
didn't love him so I could come and just stay with you."
"I wish you could, too," Connie sighed, pulling her body
around until their faces were close together. But Connie knew that
would only happen when Lisa could get Ken out of her system.
Maybe, just maybe, Ben would be able to help accomplish that. Then
Connie would have the best of all possible worlds-Lisa and Ben.
"Do you have any customers tonight?" Lisa asked. "I'd like to
stay."
"No. But I have a friend coming up. I'd like you to meet
him, honey."
"A man?"
"Yes," Connie replied. "But Ben Faraday is a very special
man." Chapter 6 Milt Harris held the receiver in his hand for a moment and
then set it back on the cradle. He had a bad taste in his mouth
after he talked with his wife, Nancy. But Nancy served her
purpose. The young boys she brought home loved to fuck her, even
though, with her narrow hips and tiny tits, she looked just like a
teenager.
And Milt Harris loved to watch the young boys fuck his wife.
He patted his chest absently, searching for the pack of
cigarettes he usually carried in his shirt pocket.
But there were no cigarettes. Nor was there any pocket. In
point of fact, there wasn't even a shirt.
Milt Harris was naked.
And so was the young girl just finishing up her mysterious
preparations for the evening's fun in his bathroom.
He left the phone and went down the short hall to the bathroom
door. Through the thin wood ing, he could hear the gurgle of
the sink, and above it the throaty sound of the girl humming to
herself. The richness of her voice brought the memory of her
nudity strongly into his mind, and he rapped his knuckles against
the door.
"Just a minute, honey. I'll be right with you."
"Hurry up," he said. "I'm getting anxious."
"Oh, me too, honey. But I gotta get all kissing sweet before
you and me can get started now, don't I?" she laughed.
The sound made him think of her round tiny breasts and flat
ass.
"I'll wait in the bedroom," he answered.
"You won't have to wait long," she called back, still
laughing.
He went the rest of the way down the hall and into the
bedroom. His cigarettes were on the nightstand and he lit one up
and pulled the ash tray to within reach as he reclined on the bed.
Nearby, piled on a chair, were her clothes.
Again he thought about the youngster in the bathroom, about
her tiny body. She was barely twelve years old. She had tried to
panhandle him outside the hotel. All she had wanted was a lousy
dollar, but she had turned him on. When they were that young they
always turned him on. They looked like little boys.
The first little girl had been so long ago. She had been only
ten, Harris had been twelve.
They were in the woods playing a game. It was a silly game
and Milt had no idea that it would turn into something that would
stay with him the rest of his life.
They played doctor and nurse, taking turns examining each
other. First Milt was the doctor, and the little girl was the
patient. Milt didn't know then that little girls were different.
He first examined her mouth. He couldn't find anything wrong
there, so he went on to her arms. That's when he started feeling
funny. The little girl had smooth skin, with a light fuzz all over
it. Her legs were the same as her arms; all smooth and fuzzy where
he touched them. Her skirt was very short and it slid up as the
girl wiggled under his touch.
"That tickles," she giggled.
Beneath her dress he could see the white crotch band of her
panties. His prick started to get hard in his pants. It made him
feel even more strange.
"Is there anything wrong?" the little girl had asked.
"No," Milt had replied. "But I think we should take all your
clothes off so I can make a real examination."
"Okay."
The dress she had on was zippered up the back. She moved
around so he could remove it.
Her body was all soft and pink. She had tits. Not very big,
but starting. But her nipples were big. They had started to grow
first. They got to Milt immediately. Her nipples were so soft
when he examined them. It was as though, when he pushed on them,
he could shove his finger clear through her.
Then Milt took down her panties. Her pussy was hairless and
pink. She was on her hands and knees. She wriggled when he pulled
her pink lower lips open. Then she asked him to stop when he
pulled further. She said it hurt.
He saw her hole and then he knew why his prick was hard.
His mind and body now seethed with youthful lust. His hard
cock had no conscience. The young pussy before him was merely a
receptacle, a hole into which he would shove his meat and find
release.
He shuffled his knees forward until they were against the taut
buttocks. He scooped his hands under her until the cheeks rested
against his lower thighs, just above his own knees. He leaned
forward, found one of her nipples and sucked the tiny brown bud
into his mouth, stabbing it with the tip of his tongue.
His cock was there, against her little cunt. He pushed
forward.
The young girl screamed and pounded on his head and shoulders.
"Stop ... it hurts ... it hurts!" She clawed at his face as he
groaned and writhed, forcing the knob of his cock to spread her
tight cunt lips.
He hunched his hips and drove a couple of inches between the
tautly stretched lips. Her moans of pain increased and her feet
kicked wildly.
But he wouldn't stop, and new pain showed on her face as the
head of his cock rocked against the thin membrane of her hymen.
She threw her hips from side to side in an effort to free
herself from the stiff wedge that was relentlessly impaling her.
She made strange animal sounds as she mewed and begged him to
stop.
He pushed again. Another inch.
The girl screamed again.
He responded by easing his rod into the tight hole, inch by
inch.
"Nooooo! Please stop! It hurts ... it hurts real bad!" the
girl cried. "Don't do it to meeeee!"
Milt stared down at the stretched lips of her tight little
pussy. With satisfaction he eased all of his prick up into the
lightly hair-ringed opening of her virgin cunt.
There was no stopping him now as his hard cock filled her flat
little belly and his sac pressed against her tiny asshole.
She groaned in pain and panic, her head reeling with the final
thrust. A finger was the biggest thing that had ever been inserted
in her tiny pussy until now. And she had thought a cock
impossible. But she knew it had happened. His cock had spread and
ripped her virginal pussy wide open.
It was like an anvil in the center of her belly and she
whimpered her thanks when, at last, he paused. She was sure that
if he moved again, pounding the cock in and out of her, she would
die.
Still he remained immobile as he sucked her budding tits and
whispered in her ear. Soon her head started clearing and the pain
began to fade. She thought her tortured pussy had become
accustomed to its invader. Then a searing pain again flashed
through her body when he moved.
"Ohhhhhh, don't move! It hurts when you move!"
"I have to move to fuck you," he said.
Then he went wild. He pounded and tore at her little cunt.
She ed out from the pain, but still he kept on driving into
her.
He drove as deep as he had the length to go. He reamed her
sweet pussy with lust and tenderness, his balls tickling her little
anus as he plunged into her stretched hole.
It was beautiful. It was truly a dream come true for the boy.
He looked down at her beautiful young face and screamed as he felt
himself come.
Milt fucked the little girl many times again after that.
Eventually she started enjoying it, too. Then she got bigger, with
heavy, flopping tits, so he found another girl-younger, with small
hips, and wee tits. But he never forgot the joy of fucking that
first little girl.
He supposed that was why he had married Nancy. She was thirty
now, and she still looked like a boy.
And the one in the bathroom, the runaway-she looked like a
young Nancy, or like the first little girl, or like a little boy.
What was her name? Gigi, she had said.
In a moment she would come out of the bathroom and give him
her honey. After that, she would go away. She'd probably find
another foolish man who would be willing to give her a loan just
for the use of her body for a little while.
Ahhhhh, the younger generation, he mused, they thought nothing
of it anymore. Fucking was like a stick of gum-chew it until the
flavor's gone and then get some more.
The bathroom door opened. Milt heard the lock click, and
brought his thoughts quickly back to the immediate moment.
She came into the doorway and stopped. He raised his head a
bit to look at her. A large toothy grin was slashed across her
face.
"My, my," she said. "Don't you look ready to go!"
He stared at her. She was carrying a glassful of icecubes in
one hand. In the other she held a second glass of faintly steaming
water and a washcloth draped over her wrist.
But those weren't the details he noticed.
Her breasts were beautiful. They were small, not yet grown
fleshy and big at the bottom. The areolas were dark pink and took
up nearly all the apple-sized tits. Milt knew he could get all of
one tit in his mouth, and his cock jumped and throbbed at the
thought.
Her hips were very narrow. Like her tits, they had only just
started to swell with womanliness. Her bones were visible as faint
protrusions on each side of her flat tummy. She had a sparse,
sandy sampling of cuntal fur. She barely had enough fur to cover
her pussy lips. They looked taut and totally unstretched.
He wondered. "You're not a virgin, are you, honey?"
She smiled. "Whatta ya think?"
He smiled, fisted his cock, and completed his inspection. Her
legs were slender. Her calves were subtly muscled. When his eyes
finally came back to her face, her smile had grown. "Like what
you're seeing?" she asked.
"Yes," he said.
"There's more and better to come. Wait'll you see me close
up."
She crossed the room to the opposite side of the bed, and set
the glasses and the washrag down on the table.
"What's that for?" he asked.
"Clean you off with," she said.
"Clean me? I don't get it."
"Well, honey ... after all ..
He grinned. "Oh."
"Didn't a girl ever do that for you before?"
"Not wash me, no."
"Hum." She made a face. "Well, some girls don't never wash
themselves neither. But I ain't like that. I like to be all nice
and clean. Then they can kiss me just about any place they want
to."
"You mean, eat your pussy?" Milt said.
"Yeah. You like to eat young, unspoiled pussy, don't ya,
daddy?"
"Do you like to suck cock?"
"I asked you first."
"I'm bigger than you are."
"I love to suck cock. Most of the time it's better'n fuckin'.
My pussy is small and it hurts when they're as big as you."
He smiled again. "Then I like to eat pussy."
Twelve, he thought, she talked like she was forty. He
wondered how many cocks she had sucked in her young life. But it
didn't matter. Her body was good, a little girl's body ... or a
little boy's.
He rolled away from her until he could reach the ash tray and
stubbed out his cigarette. When he dropped onto his back again,
she was wringing out the washcloth.
"Well," he said. "There it is. Do it any way you like."
"There you surely are," she said, gazing at him
appreciatively. "You don't see cocks like that every day."
"I bet you say that to all the boys," he replied, grinning.
"Oh, no, honey. Only to the men."
She dropped to the bed and folded her calves up under her,
edging around until she was kneeling next to him. When she
unfolded the washrag and gave it a shake, he felt tiny droplets of
warm moisture patter across his stomach.
Then, suddenly, the washrag touched his cock. He could feel
her fingers through the cloth.
"We're gonna have us a whole load of fun," she said, chanting
her words in a gusty, sing-song deep inside her throat. "You got
all any girl could ask for, and this gal's gonna like it, and some
more besides. You'll see, daddy ... there's lots in store for
you." She looked up at him with mischief in her eyes. "I'm gonna
suck your dick till it's so hot and hard it can't help but shoot.
Then I'll taste your cum and drink it down. I'll even suck your
asshole for you, daddy. You'll like that. You like to have little
girls suck your asshole."
He listened to her as she went on with a smoking description
of the fun she had planned, but he wasn't really paying, any
attention. The touch of the cloth against him was driving all
reason out of his brain. There was nothing for him to do but let
the cloth wash against him and let the tingling pleasure mount.
Something changed. He felt a momentary chill, and realized
the rag was gone. He was about to open his eyes and look at her
when fingers suddenly came to take its place.
Her fingers were slender and warm on his cock, but he could
sense a surprising strength in them.
His hands moved down to her knees and then back up again until
he was cupping her bare buttocks. "You little devil," he laughed,
and pulled her to him, grinding his hard cock over her belly.
She slid her hand between them until her fingers combed
through his pubic hair. Then they found the root of his cock and
curled around it. She squeezed, bringing a satisfying groan to his
lips.
"You're big ... real big," she said.
"Too big?" he asked.
"Never too big."
"What do you want to do?" he asked.
"Anything," she replied. "Everything. Whatever you want."
She ran her hand up and down the length of his shaft. "I've never
had one this big before."
"You'll be ready for it," he said.
"I'm ready now," she laughed.
The girl was touching him now with both hands. She crooned
on. "Nice honey ... sweet honey ... all groaning for me ... and
you're gonna have me, too ... you're gonna have me, and I'm gonna
have you, and we're gonna have each other."
The hands stopped, the fingers clenched, sending a bolt of
pleasure to him. He could feel the faint needling of her
fingernails against his buttocks.
"Poor daddy," she said. "You don't have to groan no more.
Honey's gonna take care of you ... good care of you ... starting
right now ... only a minute, daddy, only a second, and this honey's
gonna give you all your nature can take."
He opened his eyes. It was difficult to lift his head, and
difficult to focus on her, but he managed it somehow. The moment
of delight was approaching, and he wanted to see it happen.
He saw her flat buttocks glide along the bed toward him. He
saw the tiny weights of her berry-tipped breasts dangle until they
grazed along his abdomen and came to rest. He saw the deep color
of her fingertips in startling contrast to the pale whiteness of
his own flesh.
But most of all, he saw the expression on her face, the
direction of her gaze, the voluptuous twisting of her mouth as she
moaned.
And he realized she wasn't even talking to him. She was
talking to her hands and his cock.
He looked directly up between her thighs and saw the taut slit
of her barely furred pussy. "I think I'll just make sure you're
ready."
He stroked her tits with his hand as his tongue laved her
belly. And then she gasped. His mouth was in her tiny slit, then
his lips were pressing against her pussy. It was thrilling,
exhilarating, and got even better for her as she felt his tongue
part the lips of her vulva.
"Does that feel good?" Milt asked, dropping his face from her
crotch.
"Oh yes ... yes, it feels soooo good!" she gasped.
His head again parted her thighs, the tongue licking her flesh
until it shone. Around and around her thighs he roamed, and then
back to her pussy. The hard red tip parted her slit and she could
feel the heat of his saliva dribbling into her crack.
"Oh, God!" she screamed, when his tongue drove into her little
wet hole and his chin mashed against her clit. Up and down, around
and around went his tongue inside her.
She screamed again and bucked downward with her hips. There
was a tiny moan of pleasure from her lips and her pussy erupted in
a mini-climax.
"Did you come?" he said.
"A little," she replied, unable to move.
The sweet young thing was still moaning and sighing as she
reached over and took two ice cubes out of the glass. She popped
them into her mouth.
"What's that for?"
"You'll see, daddy," she mumbled, as her head descended toward
his upright cock. Her fingers unwound, and spread across his
abdomen. He felt her breath.
Then her lips.
She hummed with strange music, her breasts lifted and
flattened against him.
He reached out and grabbed at her buttocks, kneading the
mounded flesh with his fingertips. She wriggled at his grip.
She bent back to his body and her lips engulfed the head of
his cock greedily. She leaned forward, placing her weight on her
knees, and ground her face over his prick.
He wanted to fuck ... fuck her head, her ass, her cunt. He
needed to come. "Suck ... suck ... suck," he chanted.
With a groan he threw his hips forward as his hands wound
themselves in her thick hair. Her head eagerly started to bob and
twist in front of him. Her cheeks hollowed as she drew and
elongated his cock with a sucking motion.
He looked down at his cock driving in and out of her mouth.
She was a good cock sucker. Experience showed in every movement of
her head, every inch of her tongue, every touch of her tender
fingers.
Then she brought the ice cubes into play. It was wild. It
was the kinkiest feeling ever, having the two cold cubes roll
around and around the head of his cock.
"Oh, my God ... that's wild ... wild! I can't tell you what
that feels like!" he panted.
She kept sucking.
As his rod slipped deeper into her mouth, he couldn't have
held back even if he had tried.
He wanted to come.
As she sucked and sucked harder on his meat, his legs became
rubbery with the sexual stimulation. His hands slipped to her
shoulders for and the cheeks of his ass tightened into a
knot of taut muscle as he hammered his rigid cock into her young
face.
She was loving it. Her hands trailed up and held his ass
cheeks firmly while she laved his cockhead to finish him.
He cleared his mind and relaxed all his muscles in order to
prolong the pleasure. She stayed with it for a few more seconds
and then sensed his actions. She pulled her face from his pulsing
meat and took a deep breath.
"What's the matter, baby?" she said. "Don't you want to
come?"
"Sure I want to come," he growled, coming slowly out of the
world of ecstasy and returning to reality. "But I want to fuck
you."
"I can make you come with my mouth. I'll swallow it all!"
"No."
"Don't hurt me!"
He moved up across her body until his hard meat was pressed
against her cunt.
"You're nice and wet," he groaned.
"Are you gonna put it inside me?"
"Yes, honey ... I'm gonna fuck you," he said.
"Ummmmm ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me with your big
cock, daddy," she cooed.
He put her legs over his shoulders and bent her double. He
moved the head of his massive cock to her parted cuntal lips and
gently nudged until it popped inside her.
"I can feel you already," she said, smiling up at him.
"You're so big ... this is going to be beautiful!"
"I know," he replied, and eased his weight forward. His cock
sank easily, in one smooth motion, clear to the hilt in her pussy.
When his pelvic bone hit hers she erupted into a seething mass
of sexual frenzy. Her hips strained against his as her legs flew
apart and then back together around his body. In seconds she
reached another climax. The juice from her little pussy rolled in
streams down her buttocks and into the crack between them.
It was good, and it was tight. But it wasn't the ultimate for
Milt-it wasn't the total warmth of the kind of sheath he liked.
It wasn't her asshole.
Milt pulled his prick from her cunt and, before she knew what
he was doing, flipped her over onto her elbows and knees. Her
little ass gleamed delightfully in the light from the room's single
lamp.
"What you doin', daddy?" she cried, sudden fear filling her
eyes as she looked back at him over her shoulder.
"I'm gonna fuck you," he growled.
She smiled. "You like it doggie-fashion, daddy?"
"Yeah," he leered, fingering the taut cheeks of her ass. "I
like it doggie-fashion up your little shit-chute."
"What?"
"I said, I'm gonna poke my cock up your asshole, little
honey."
"Oh, no, please!" she cried. "It's too big ... too fat for
there!"
"Yeah, isn't it?" Milt said, as he grabbed her tiny hips and
pulled her ass back toward his flopping prick.
"Nooooooo!"
"I wonder if I move hard and fast enough, maybe I could get it
into your guts and bloody your squirmy little asshole. Get ready,
honey."
She jerked around on the bed, her eyes wide and angry. Her
hands were raised in front of her tits. They were curled into
claws.
He clamped her hands to her small, big-nippled tits. She
cursed him and tried to twist free. Her face contorted into a
hating snarl and her knee came rushing up.
Milt rolled out of the way and found himself being attacked by
a ninety-pound female tiger.
Her strength was astounding and her will to resist was a
flaming need within her, but in about a minute she was on the
floor, half on the rug, her taut ass contorted tightly beneath her
in apprehension. Her breath came unevenly and there was both hate
and humiliation in her staring eyes.
She lurched and twisted and jerked her arms and legs and
snapped at him and humped up and down. He held her, easily,
because he knew what she was doing. He let her exhaust herself,
while he watched with bright, excited eyes. Kneeling there naked
over her, he watched her growing weariness, the disintegration of
her resistance and the slow collapse of her will. She panted,
trying to catch her breath. Neither of them spoke. There wasn't a
word as their argument was waged and won.
Milt found a joy, a perverse satisfaction in subjecting her to
the humiliation of defeat until she was limp and sweating, staring
and pleading helplessly for mercy. She panted and gasped with each
breath. Now she was weak, conquered. Her whole body was a
combination of fear and nervous, negative anticipation. Tears of
frustration welled in her eyes. His hard chest was crushing down
on the small firm lumps of her bare, heaving tits. Her gasping
breaths emerged through trembling lips. Her face was red and tear-
stained and she was cringing away from him in an agony. And there
was no one to whom she could appeal for help.
Milt's hand swung down to reach for her tightly clenched
thighs. He yanked, forcing her belly ajar in spite of her strength
and her sounds of dismay and humiliation.
Holding her legs well apart with his own, he rushed his hand
back up to her tit. His fingers grabbed a handful of one red-
tipped mound, blasting her quaking body and staggering mind with a
flash of pain and humiliation. His big hand twisted until she
emitted the scream he wanted to drag from her.
"Now be still, bitch, or I'll tear it off!"
Her angry, fearful eyes stared at him. Her hands twitched and
her fingers curled, but she didn't move them. His eyes and tone
had convinced her that if a tit could be ripped off, he'd do it.
"Oh god damn!" she gasped in sudden anger as it really came
home to her. Now she knew what would happen. Now, in humiliated
defeat and under a threat that left her helpless, she must submit
to having her tiny ass fucked.
She watched him move back a little, clutching her tit. She
watched his eyes center on the gaping slash between her buttocks,
opened by his hand and held there by his hairy legs. His knees
were well apart to hold her open, and for balance.
The smooth pink flesh of her cunt afforded a marvelous vision
to the possessed man. And just below, a clearly defined target of
soft, coral-colored dampness framed by white skin and tendrils of
sandy hair.
He wiggled, still clinging to her aching tit. His anxious
prick poised just at the opening of that pulsing hole. He wondered
what had ever pierced it, what she had ever felt up her ... if
anything or anyone. The moist warm hole trembled in fearful
anticipation as he reached down with one hand.
He used his fingers to guide his cock straight into her
clenching asshole.
He had only paused a second to part the cheeks, dampened with
sweat and the helpless, excited secretions seeping from the gaping
cavern of her cunt.
"No ... PLEASE! For God's sake, don't do it ... PLEASE! I
HATE IT!" she screamed, as the knob of his big cock popped through
the clenched opening of her anus.
He lunged and she spat into his face.
"Oh, shit," he hissed, "this is gonna be so fucking good!
Take it ... take it all, you little bitch!"
Then he gasped as his cock started sliding in easily. The
smooth tunnel of slippery heat flowered open for his entry,
accepting his length and breadth with little resistance. It seemed
to welcome him, clamping him tightly all around the cockshaft. It
seemed to suck at him, as if delighting in holding his prick a
helpless prisoner. His hands leaped to her slim hips to grasp and
pull as he slid on into her. Freed of his grip, her breast
trembled.
Then both her tight small tits were crushed by his weight,
forcing them to bulge out of either side like crushed little white
balloons. Tight ridges of straining taut flesh with spearing hard
tips so firm and long he could feel them against his chest.
He rammed hard. He thrust his hot pole forcefully into her
ass, all the way into her bowels, spearing into its depths
effortlessly and rushing all the way into the heated inner reaches
of her grasping belly.
Her mouth dribbled muffled little sobs of protest that
immediately became total subjection. Her lovely body twisted
against his. She breathed heavily, gasping. Her writhing and
twisting was now automatic, no longer a frantic effort to escape.
She was sobbing in pain, even though she had not been a virgin
there.
Milt fucked her ass like a man. He pumped his hips to give
her every inner surface a jolting swipe with his rocky hardness.
He drilled his big cock in and out of her precious asshole,
smacking her lightly-furred twat mound with his hard pelvic bone.
He cannoned his prick again and again into the burning hollow of
her butt. She sucked in her rippling belly, biting her lower lip
as he skewered her.
The young girl stared up at him with glazed eyes. Her calves
tensed automatically to push herself up with savage strength,
trying to hurt him. In Milt's book, that was called cooperation
from a good partner. Hot warmth took him, and he smiled at her.
It didn't take long. He was too aroused, and she was
magnificently tight inside. Her agitated asshole wasn't designed
to prolong his erection, no matter what she wanted, but to squeeze
him tight and milk him dry. It did, and her feverish inner walls
contracted and opened and contracted again as he spurted far up the
throbbing age. He groaned and ground himself onto her
helpless, supine body.
At last it was over. He was empty, and his deflated prick
withdrew slowly from her sodden, ravaged bunghole.
She was limp as he rose to his knees, and she allowed herself
to be turned over like a doll onto her stomach, wincing as he sank
down onto her tits.
At that moment the telephone on the nightstand jangled.
"Hello. Oh, hi there, Ken. You can both make it up for the
weekend? Good, that's good."
He replaced the receiver and thought of Ken and Lisa. Jesus,
would Nancy ever have fun with Lisa.
Then his attention returned to the girl on the floor. He sat
down in front of her face and pulled her head into his lap.
"You sadistic bastard," she whimpered.
"Yes, that's right," he said, nodding. "Now suck my cock hard
again. This time I'll give you what you want. I'll pour a load in
your mouth." Chapter 7 Connie welcomed him as if she hadn't seen him in a year.
She pulled him tight against her, clamping him to her to meet
his assault. Her arms wound around his body in a frenzy, with
every ounce of vigor she possessed.
At that rate, it couldn't last long. And it didn't. But
right up to the moment-when his shuddering told her he was
satisfied, she loved the strength and fury of him as she never had
before.
When he subsided, he slid down a little and his head came to
rest in the valley separating her breasts. She wound her fingers
into his hair.
"Ben," she whispered.
"Yeah?"
"She's here ... the girl I told you about. Lisa. She's in
the other bedroom."
"And she's waiting for us? Both of us?"
"Yes."
"Do you really think it will do any good?" Ben asked.
"I think so."
"All right. Let's go."
Naked, the two of them slipped into the ading bedroom.
Lisa lay like a black-haired goddess, nude, on the bed. Her legs
were spread wide and her eyes were closed.
"This is Ben, Lisa," Connie said. "My lover ... our lover."
Lisa was silent. Her only movement was a nod.
Connie and Ben got into the bed on each side of the girl.
They stared at her breasts and worked their way down to her toes.
The two bodies so naked and close and loving soon broke down Lisa's
tension. They brought out a longing in the girl that she never
knew existed.
Lisa sighed as she felt Ben's face settle between her thighs
and his tongue part her lower lips. She pulled Connie's head down
to her tits and felt the beautiful woman respond to her nipples
with warm, soft lips. They remained like that for several minutes,
close, feeling each other's breath on their flesh.
Then her mind and body started stirring with the first real
ion she had felt in ages. The warmth and comion of the
moment made her realize that she suddenly felt love for both these
people. She felt Connie's heavy breasts pressed hotly against her
belly and her head cradled between her own tits.
What Connie had said earlier now made sense. They had both
been enjoying, in their own separate ways, but not sharing. Now,
with Ben, they would be sharing.
Ben moved her body in such a way that the dark, furry triangle
of her cunt came in close with Ben's searching mouth and
probing tongue. She moaned softly and spread her thighs further
apart, rotating the flesh of her firm ass cheeks down into the
mattress. Connie sucked her tits while Lisa ground the satin of
her pubic curls and the swollen flesh of her cuntlips into Ben's
sucking mouth.
Connie's own tits and cunt were starting to twitch with
excitement. Her flesh was hot and growing hotter with the
sensations sent out in waves by Lisa's body beneath her own.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Lisa," Ben mumbled from between
her thighs. "I'm going to stick my cock in your cunt and fuck
you."
"Yes, oh, yes. And Connie, give me your pussy," Lisa urged.
"It's full of Ben's cum," Connie replied. "We just fucked in
the other room."
"I know," Lisa said. "That's why I want it."
And then one of Lisa's hands slithered down between their
bodies and cupped Connie's pussy. She stroked her inner thighs and
then used her fingers to part the fleshy lips of her recently
fucked cunt. Lisa felt Ben's cum soak her palm and it thrilled
her.
The increasingly erotic sensations caused by Lisa's
manipulating fingers crawled through Connie's flesh, up from her
throbbing belly to swell and harden her full, round tits where they
rested against the young girl's belly.
She gasped and pressed the yielding lips of her cunt further
over the questing fingers. She raised her head again and took one
of Lisa's heaving tits into her mouth in a long, sucking kiss. Her
wet mouth moved lovingly over one throbbing tit to the other,
sucking and laving the hardened nipples in turn.
Lisa felt Ben's body move up between her thighs. She felt his
enormous cockhead tickle her cunt hair. She could feel the tide of
juices flowing from her own cunt as she pulled Connie's pussy over
her face.
"Cock and pussy," she groaned. "Cock and pussy all at the
same time."
She reached down and grasped Ben's cock. "My God, it's like a
horse!"
"You'll love it," Connie moaned, lowering her cunt until she
could just brush her pussy lips and soaking pubic hair across
Lisa's face.
Lisa's mind started to swim with the wild ion of the scene
they were playing.
"Are you ready?" Ben said. "Do you want my cock in your cunt
now?"
"Yes," she said between clenched teeth, her body shivering
with anticipation of the impending fuck.
She leaned back on the pillow and felt her body move as she
placed her legs on his back.
When his cockhead was nestling against her cunt, she reached
between her legs with both hands and grasped the staff. She ran it
up and down her slit and moaned as she felt it split her cuntlips.
She wiggled her ass until she felt the tip and then the whole knob
ream her hole. The cuntlips stretched wide until she thought he
would tear her apart. The fleshy, hard ridges at the top of his
cockhead rubbed against her clitoris.
"The head is in you, baby," Ben said, his breathing heavy
above her.
"I know. OOOOHHHH, FUCK! Shit, it feels good!" she gasped.
"Tell me when you want more."
"Now! Go ahead, give me cock. I want it. Oh, shit, I want
the whole fucking thing!"
Lisa felt another surge of affection and love as Connie's
cuntlips opened and poured juice and cum into her mouth. She
darted her tongue into the warm cavern that pressed against her
face.
Connie's flesh was now boiling with need and ion as she
felt Lisa's tongue lick her pussy.
Then Ben's cock was reaming the beautiful brunette's cunt
hole. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. The pain was
enormous and intense. With just a few inches of his cock inside
her, it felt as though the knob would soon come out her throat.
She could feel the friction of his wide prick clear out to the edge
of her widespread thighs.
"Oh, Jesus," she screamed, "it's killing me! It feels like
your cock's clear up my belly already! But don't stop! I want it!
I want to be fucked with your cock!"
She knew the width of his dick from having it in her hand. In
her mind she gauged the length of the prick. She ed that
when her hand had been at the root of the cock, its head had rested
on the inner part of her arm.
"Yes!" she screamed aloud to herself and to Ben. "I can take
it! Give it to me! Pour your meat to me! FUCK ME!"
She felt more of the meat go into her pussy and simultaneously
ground her tongue into Connie's soaking cunt.
Connie's ion-swollen pussy was tingling with a roaring
heat now, expanding in a wet, warm welcome from the caresses of her
lover's mouth and tongue.
Lisa touched the sensitive pink flesh with her fingertips.
Her eyes were almost level with the pubic triangle of soft, juice-
soaked curls and the trembling pink flesh of her cuntlips. She
gazed on the feminine splendor and heard Connie moan and raise her
leg, bending it so that the full nakedness of her cuntal slit was
glistening before Lisa's face.
Lisa snaked her tongue out, and ing the now fully
exposed clitoris, she used her thumbs and forefingers to spread
Connie's cuntlips even wider. She licked a wet path all the way up
and down the heated slit. Harder and harder she burrowed her way
into the convulsing pussy, licking and kissing and sucking as if
she were mad for the taste of hot cunt juice. Connie cried out
with a sudden, body-jerking scream. It served to spur Lisa on,
doubling her efforts to please the beautiful older woman.
Lisa moaned and gurgled with joy as she sucked and felt Ben
hunch the full power of his big cock into her cunt. With ion
and lust he pounded downward with his hips, driving the full length
of his massive tool into her cunt until his balls slapped against
her ass.
Lisa was delirious with sex and lust. In the space of an hour
she was getting more cock in her body than she had taken in an
entire lifetime.
"Oh, shit!" she gasped around the cunt meat in her mouth.
"Fuck me deep! Fuck me hard! Fuck my mouth as rough as he's
fucking my cunt! Be an animal! FUCK ME! BOTH OF YOU!"
She twisted in ion as his cock re-entered her pussy. His
prick was hot and wet with her juices. His crotch hair blended
with hers, became wet like his cock. He fucked her hard, bouncing
on her clit, his sac hitting her anus with each thrust as he sent
his massive tool to the balls again and again into her hungry
velvet sheath. Sweat poured from his body as he worked to bring
himself off, his cock plunging like a hot piston between her legs.
She lay with her thighs on her stomach, her knees bent, her tits
jutting upward like hard white mounds.
Her eyes were closed. Her mind screamed, begging them both to
ram deeper into her cunt and her face. Her hips moved this way,
then that, sucking on the cock while her mouth and throat worked on
the juicing cunt above her. She broke into wild orgasm, fingers
digging into Ben's butt, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into
her clasping pussy.
Every thought in her mind was fuck now, her past was gone, all
hate had left her. Her whole being was immersed in cock and cunt
and love.
The nude bodies, covered with a fine layer of sweat, twisted
and lunged. Ben made short, stabbing thrusts into her cunt. She
felt her cuntlips grabbing and releasing the huge cock that filled
it. Then she felt the flame of Ben's cum shoot into her womb,
filling her cunt to overflowing. It seemed that he would never
stop. It just kept coming and coming. She could feel it oozing
out of her cuntlips, around his cock, and running in streams down
into the crack of her ass.
Ben's orgasm stimulated her mouth on Connie's cunt. She
sucked with a tremendous pull on her tongue and cheeks. Mentally,
she forced Connie to come in her throat as Ben had so beautifully
creamed the tender walls of her cunt.
"Come, come, come, in my mouth, dammit," she mumbled around
Connie's pussy lips. "I want to swallow your sweet pussy juice!"
"I'm coming, baby ... I'm commmmminnnnnng!" Connie shrieked.
"COME!" Lisa cried, urging her on. "I want to swallow your
honey! Cream my throat like Ben's creaming my fuck hole!"
Her sucking pussy worked with precision, milking the last
drops of thick, milky jism from Ben's raging cock. The lips of her
cunt stretched to the limit, pulled on the massive prick, dragging
on the foreskin, massaging the pulsing knob, until his cock was dry
and going limp inside her hole.
"Oh, shit ... I'm coming again!" Lisa cried.
With a loud cry of insane desire, Lisa let her lips massage
Connie's hairy cuntal slit and her tongue slid in between the wet
flaps. Her head bobbed wildly, slavishly, as she surrendered
herself to the pleasures of Connie's flesh. Her senses filled with
the heady aroma of fresh cunt that wafted from the older woman's
heated loins.
"God! Don't stop!" Connie shouted. "Oh, Lisa, baby ... don't
stop sucking my pussy! OHHHHH, God, it's good when you lick and
suck me like that! Don't stop, don't stop! Suck! SUCK!"
Lisa sucked hungrily, teasing the tiny, hotly pulsating little
clit. Saliva poured in gushes from the corners of her mouth as she
kissed and sucked wildly at the trembling cuntal flesh. She thrust
her tongue harder and deeper into the expanded canal, relishing
each stream of pussy juice from the creaming cunt as she greedily
swallowed it.
The walls of Connie's spasming cunt grasped at the licking
tongue. Her clit quivered violently, and the muscles of her
stomach rippled with the intensity of her unleashed ion.
"Lisa ... LISA!" Connie screamed.
"Yes!" Lisa groaned. "Come ... COME! GIVE IT TO ME!"
"My pussy ... my pussy ... my pussy!"
Lisa sucked and licked feverishly, savoring the hot nectar of
Connie's come as it poured from the convulsing cunt into her
waiting throat.
Frantically Connie spread her thighs and captured Lisa's
bobbing head hard between them.
It was as though a gag had been ripped from both her cunt and
her mouth. Connie's joyous screaming filled the room.
"I'm there, baby! Oh, suck my cunt! Suck it good! Suck
hard! EAT ME!"
Her asscheeks clenched and unclenched as she squeezed forth
the juices of her come into Lisa's face.
They fucked the night away and Lisa found out that she could
give ... really give. And, in so doing, found out what sex and
love, together, could do. Chapter 8 Only two night ago, Lisa had been snuggling in Connie's arms,
feeling the warmth of Connie's beautiful tits, luxuriating in the
fantastic thrill of Connie's intimate kisses.
And the beauty of Ben's fantastic cock. She had sucked his
cock, fucked it, and watched Connie do the same.
She now knew just how much she had needed that wonderful time
with Connie and Ben. It had been more wonderful than she had even
hoped-wonderful enough, in fact, to erase all the soreness and
sickness of her body and make her calm again.
When she left Connie's that evening, she felt glowing and
warm, at peace with the world.
Now it was all gone. Time had ed, and the recollection of
the pleasure and relief had turned to dead ashes. For all the good
the memory was doing her, she might as well have dreamed it.
She had gone home to Ken and he had told her about the weekend
with Milt Harris and his wife. She told him she wouldn't go and
Ken had hit her. He screamed at her that if they didn't get the
contract it would be all over. They would be broke.
Lisa said she didn't care. The money didn't mean anything to
her any more.
Then he beat her some more.
And the more he beat her, the more he wanted her. It was the
only way she could turn him on anymore, he said.
Lisa didn't want him anymore, and told him so.
Then he beat her unmercifully until she finally said she would
go this one last time. One last time she would be his whore.
But he wanted more than her submission now. He wanted her
body.
She didn't want him. But that didn't matter to Ken. "You'll
have to rape me," Lisa screamed.
"Then that's what I'll do," he shouted back at her.
With one swift motion of his arm, Ken ripped open the front of
her blouse. She gasped and started to pull away, but he grabbed
the front of her bra and jerked her toward him roughly, breaking
the clasp at the back of the garment, freeing her full, naked
breasts.
Lisa, wide-eyed, too frightened to speak, watched him in
anxious desperation as he rose in front of her. There was a
cornered, almost frantic look in his eyes as he looked at her. She
had never seen him like this before and it frightened her.
"Nice," he kept muttering again and again as he stroked the
soft, resilient flesh of her breasts. "Nice, nice, nice tits."
He leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth,
sucking it, running his tongue around it, until at last it became
erect.
"Stand up," he hissed. "Take your clothes off! Everything!"
Lisa hesitated, searching for some way of dealing with this
man, but she wasn't even given a chance.
"Move, damn you!" he spat.
Lisa scrambled to her feet. She took off her torn blouse and
bra and let them drop to her feet, then unbuttoned her shorts and
pushed them down together with her panties. She stood completely
naked before Ken's insane gaze. He had knelt before her as she had
stripped. He took his time appraising her immaculate beauty,
allowing his eyes to devour her nude body. Then, in a whisper so
low that even Lisa could only barely hear him, he said, "I've
almost forgotten what it's like to fuck you, Lisa. And raping you
will make it even better."
Lisa knew then that he was crazy.
Lying on the carpet, Ken unzipped his fly, and took out his
limp cock.
"Get down here, baby," he said evenly. "Suck this thing.
Make it hard. I wanna come all over you."
Lisa knelt down between his outspread legs immediately. As
she leaned over his groin, she choked back the sob that welled in
her throat. She lowered her head more. Even before she touched
his prick, she saw the thing growing before her eyes, rising to
meet her unwilling lips.
Fighting hard to control her trembling hand, she wrapped her
fingers around the hot instrument and brought her lips to bear on
the tip of it. The staff immediately surged to its full height and
thickness. She closed her eyes tightly, and ran her tongue down
the side of it. She felt Ken shudder and heard him groan his
approval. She ran her tongue down the other side.
She had no desire to indulge in any lengthy preliminaries, as
she had done with Connie and Ben. There was no dark, alluring
region of this man's sex that attracted her any more. With Ken she
wanted only to be done with it, to take at least the edge off his
madness by allowing him to come in her mouth.
Inserting the swollen head of his blood-gorged fuckstick in
her mouth, she closed her lips tightly around the shaft and began
sucking vigorously.
Her heart wasn't in it, and it took a great effort to develop
the rhythm that would have been the natural consequence of ion.
Her senses were numbed not by lust, but rather by fear. As a
result, she was more aware of what she was doing than she would
have been had she been pleasing Ben in the same way.
As she sucked, she felt the stiff meat throb against her lips,
felt its blunt tip strike her throat again and again, forcefully,
as Ken began arching his hips. She was painfully aware of
everything, the taste of his cock in her mouth, his grunts and
groans, her own rasping breath, his thrashing hips on the floor.
She knew that it wouldn't take long before the fuckstick,
jamming back and forth between her lips, would be spewing its hot,
sticky cum down her throat. She could feel it swelling inside her
mouth, acquiring new proportions, growing harder.
In the next instant the flesh-pole was spewing its hot
contents down her throat. Only the first two spurts went inside
her mouth, though. Then Ken yanked her head back with his one
hand, seized his bucking cock with the other, and allowed the rest
of his jism to splash all over her face and hair.
Lisa tried to avert her face from the jerking jets, but his
viselike grip in her hair made it impossible. His spunk landed in
globs on her cheeks and forehead and chin, until, at last, the
muscular contractions of his cock subsided and the last few drops
trickled down over his own pumping fist.
Ken continued to stare at her with his wild, glazed eyes while
his greasy cock grew limp in his hand. Lisa trembling under his
fearsome gaze, reached up hesitantly and wiped away a glob of cum
that threatened to run down into her eye. For some strange reason,
he laughed at this gesture and jerked her head violently to one
side, throwing her to the floor.
"You're going up to the Harris' house Friday afternoon and
you'll do anything those two want."
And she had gone.
And now she was sitting in the room they had ushered her into,
and was wondering what they would want of her. She hadn't met
Nancy yet. Would they want a threesome? What kind of woman would
Milt Harris marry?
When her bag was unpacked, she stripped and took a shower.
She bathed her body from head to toe, working up large handfuls of
lather from her scented soap.
Desire, she thought. Her soap-slicked hands drifted up her
torso until they held her tits. To men ... and especially to a man
like Harris ... her tits were objects of desire. The simple shapes
of flesh she held in her hands, round and soft and tipped with
darting coral tips, were shapes that could inflame a man and bring
him pleasure.
She allowed her hands to drift sensuously down her abdomen to
her hips, then to her knees and buttocks.
This flesh, too, was flesh that men desired. The lithe shape
of a female leg, the tensed curve of a female buttock, the delicate
interplay of muscle and bone beneath the skin of a female hip ...
the look of that could drive a man simply crazy with desire. She
had seen it happen often enough, seen what the mere sight of her
body could do to a man.
And, of course, there was her cunt. That's what they desired
most of all. But, after tonight, only Ben and Connie would have
her cunt. She had decided this would be the last time, even if Ken
did come after her. She would get his contract for him, and then
she would leave him.
She let her thoughts drift as she stroked her glistening
nudity, smoothing the lather into every glowing inch of her skin.
By the time the shower was finished, her body was tingling.
After drying herself, she walked nude into the bedroom and
went to the closet. She was about to take down one of her favorite
dresses, a hip-hugging black sheath cut invitingly low in front,
but she thought better of it. With two love-hungry people to
entertain tonight, it would be wise to wear clothing she could
afford to lose. They might be in a mood for dress-tearing.
She picked out a sheer black nightgown which would come off
fairly easily. The material was thin enough to reveal most of her
body, but she didn't bother putting on any bra or panties. The
sight of her in that gown would probably heat up both of them, and
the faster they heated up, the faster they would be finished with
her.
There was a tap on the door.
At first she thought he was alone. He stood in her doorway
smiling, just looking at her as he had the last time he'd been with
her.
"Hello, Lisa," Milt said.
"Hello."
"Can I come in?"
"Certainly." She stood aside and looked around him into the
hall. "Where's your wife? I thought YOU wanted two at once. That
was the idea of getting us up here, wasn't it?"
"Not exactly." He stepped through the door into the room.
"I'll bring my wife in here in just a minute. I want to talk to
you a bit first."
Lisa shut the door and stood with her back against it. Milt
crossed the room and lit a cigarette.
His eyes shifted around, and Lisa got the impression that he
was nervous about something, maybe even a little embarrassed.
Now what on earth was there for this man to be nervous about?
Unless the pleasures he planned for this evening were very
off-beat and unusual.
Her mouth felt suddenly dry. "Well?" she said.
He glanced at her, and his eyes took in her barely concealed
nudity from head to toe. He looked at every part of her body but
her face.
Then he started talking, making excuses. He was rambling like
a high school boy on his first day, and Lisa knew that was a bad
sign. She ed this man as being very sure of himself, and
not the sort to get embarrassed over anything trivial. The way he
was acting now ...
She closed her eyes for a moment and saw images of painful
perversion, of mad and twisted lust.
"Can I just ask, Lisa? Will you promise not to get mad if I
just ask?"
"What is it?" she said without opening her eyes.
There was a long silence before he could get up enough nerve
to phrase the question. "Have you ever been with a woman?"
Lisa's eyes snapped open. He was looking at her face, but his
gaze dropped quickly. "Been with a woman?" she repeated.
"Yeah ... you know ... had love with a woman. Now, I already
said I'm just asking, Lisa. I'm not accusing you of anything ... I
don't want you to get insulted."
"You mean," Lisa said slowly, "Have I ever had a lesbian
affair?"
"Yes. That's what I mean."
"You really want to know?" she asked. Her voice was very flat
and calm.
"Well ... yeah." He shuffled his feet and still refused to
look her in the eye. "That's why I asked."
"Very well," she said. "The answer is yes."
He looked up from his shoes. "Yes?"
"Yes," Lisa said. The man had lost control of his facial
expression, and the twitching movements of his features almost made
her laugh. "Many times, in fact."
"Oh." He smiled. "Good. That's what I wanted to know."
"Tell me," Lisa said. "What has that got to do with this
evening?"
"Well ... my wife ... is kind of a man ... and a woman ..."
Did he mean AC-DC?
"I want to watch the two of you fuck." Chapter 9 The woman was weird, downright strange. And the relationship
she had with her husband was even stranger.
Nancy seemed unable to utter a sentence without using her
husband's name in it.
"She's pretty, Milt."
"She has nice tits, Milt."
"Shall we take our clothes off now, Milt?"
"Do you want me to kiss her cunt now, Milt? Do you want me to
suck her tits now, Milt?"
"Can you see all right, Milt? Do you want me to move a little
so you can see better, Milt?"
And Milt, who sat alone in a chair near the corner of the
bedroom where he could see everything, always seemed to answer her
questions the same way.
"Yes, Nancy."
"That would be fine, Nancy."
"A little more to the left, Nancy."
Milt sat naked in the chair and directed the performance with
his cock. The two-piece orchestra, consisting of Lisa and Nancy,
obeyed his directions down to the smallest detail.
It went on and on. Now and then when Nancy or Lisa had
exhausted themselves, the performance would stop for an
intermission. Sometimes, Milt would call a momentary halt to the
proceedings, and they would wait until he was ready to conduct
again.
During these breaks, Lisa managed to get a little sleep, but
it was a light sleep, filled with lurid dreams and weird
sensations. The dreams made sleeping almost as tiring as remaining
awake.
And when she woke up, it was always because Nancy had received
some instructions from Milt, and had begun to perform again.
Nancy was small and slender, but not actually thin. Her body
was saved from true skinniness by a lithe framework of muscle which
accented her curves and planes and hollows.
Her breasts were just about the size of baseballs, and set
very wide apart so there was no great cleavage. Her skin flowed
from her armpit and swelled out over the hard mass of one breast,
then dipped into a flat plane almost three inches before rising
over the shape of the other. The two hard hemispheres were tipped
by nipples hardly any larger than a fingerprint-pale, almost
colorless little discs, with tiny thrusting points rising out of
delicately pebbled flesh.
Nancy's hair was blonde and she wore it cut short around her
small head. The rest of her body was hairless.
It wasn't simply that the hair had been removed. As the
evening wore on, and as Lisa became more and more familiar with the
woman, she came to the conclusion that Nancy had simply never had
much body hair.
This unnatural smoothness added the final touch to the woman's
strange body. She looked almost like a hairless and muscular
little boy who had somehow lost the symbols of his maleness and
exchanged them for a pair of rubber-ball tits.
Nancy was exciting-she was lithe and skilled in the ways of
pleasure.
According to Milt, Nancy was a lesbian. Also according to
Milt, Nancy was his wife. It was a pretty strange combination, but
not exactly unthinkable. Lisa could picture an arrangement like
that. She had slept with more men than she could count and none of
them had ever changed the basic arrangement of her life with Ken,
except the night with Ben and Connie.
At one point, Lisa found one of Nancy's hard little mounds
offered to her, and took it quickly, caressing the nipple hard.
The woman was just as cool there as her kiss had been. The flesh
was firm and resilient and wonderfully rigid where Lisa touched it,
but quite tasteless. While her mouth busied itself, Lisa's free
hand roamed Nancy's body until she was holding the other breast
full in her palm. The shape was exciting; the firmness of it was
fascinating in her fingers; the thrust of the pale tip reminded
Lisa of past loves and past excitements.
But there was no excitement for her in this moment.
At Milt's enthusiastic direction, Nancy moved her hands down
along Lisa's body, feeling her breasts and hips, working the soft
flesh methodically in her strong fingers. Lisa felt those fingers
on her legs, taking possession of her. Nancy's hands scooped down
underneath to grab hard at Lisa's buttocks.
Milt was watching it all. Lisa knew this even if she couldn't
see him. Every time she opened her eyes, all she saw was Nancy's
trim figure poised high, the woman was kneeling on the bed beside
her, and bending with total concentration over Lisa. Milt was
watching every move, and he had one hell of a good view. Nancy had
moved Lisa around with her hands and now Lisa's cunt was aimed
straight at Milt's fascinated face.
Lisa tried to play along with the game. She put out her hands
and stroked Nancy's buttocks, letting her fingers drift lightly
around the tight globes, along the hollowed sides. She explored
her body intensely, looking for some kind of pleasure. After all,
wasn't Nancy a woman? Didn't she have everything a woman should
have? And didn't Lisa get her principal pleasure in life from
handling and being handled, kissing and being kissed, loving and
being loved by a woman?
She couldn't find a thing. There was no warmth, no
electricity, no sign of excitement or life, nothing but cold.
Milt was saying something. Nancy was moving her body
dutifully. The smooth buttocks flexed and slid out of Lisa's
fingers. She opened her eyes and saw Nancy flexing as she moved to
get her balance, then lifted one round leg and settled her cunt.
Lisa knew what was coming next. She closed her eyes. Only a
few minutes before her fingers had discovered Nancy, and that
repelling memory was still vivid in her mind.
Cunt lips.
Nancy's cunt lips, the same ones which had felt so alien and
fishlike against Lisa's lips, now formed themselves into a kiss.
Nancy's hands were clutching Lisa's buttocks again, lifting her
with surprising strength. Lisa felt the brush of Nancy's blonde
hair along her legs, then felt the woman's ears settle against the
flesh of her thighs.
Then Lisa felt the kiss. Bloodless and cold, like the kiss of
a zombie, even in the midst of the most intimate moment two women
could share.
Milt was talking again. "Now make her come, Nancy."
As if she were a robot, Nancy moved over Lisa's body. Her
fingers fanned out, so that one touched the tight entrance to
Lisa's asshole, and the middle two lay on her soft cuntal lips.
Lisa sucked in her breath as a forefinger slipped between the
tops of her thighs and touched the little roll of clit skin there.
Her throbbing little clit stiffened at once. Lisa's mouth opened
as her stomach fluttered, dipped in, pushed out, the muscles
beneath the smooth flesh falling within the control of the other
woman's moving fingers. They were very white against the dark
thicket of Lisa's pubic hair.
Those fingers toyed there, rolling and pushing, making her
clitoral erection slip back and forth beneath the pressure of
Nancy's touch. Standing there, watching the two naked women, Milt
saw Nancy smile. Lisa smiled in return. Her eyes were starting to
glaze.
But the smile left her face in a rush and her nostrils flared
as she gasped.
Her hips came alive, moving. Her buttocks rolled on the bed
as if controlled from outside her. They were no longer in her
control. Her mouth wouldn't close. Her staring, misty eyes did
not want to remain open. She tossed her head. Black hair whipped
and flailed around it.
Milt saw her all-over flush as heat mounted in her, ri
into her belly. Nancy's hand and clever fingers moved on. Lisa
writhed. She could no longer see, no longer hear.
Again it came in soft waves that flooded her cunt and turned
her belly into an inferno.
"Oh, damn, oh, damn! Nancy, I'm c ... commmmiiinnngggg! Oh,
God, I'm COMING!"
Arms outspread and face red and sweating, Lisa gasped and
moaned. And when the waves had risen to their highest point and
were lapping, lapping away, she convulsed. Nancy ceased her
attentions to the other woman's clitoris and spread her hand wide
again, listening to her ecstatic screams.
Suddenly she jerked to a sitting position on the bed and threw
her arms around Lisa. Nancy's mouth rushed down onto the tip of
one big naked breast. Milt frowned, watching Lisa stiffen and
jerk. She emitted a pained little cry. Nancy was biting her
nipple.
"Now, Nancy, get up on your knees and stick your ass out and
ready while I strap the darling leather cock on Lisa," Milt said,
"so she can fuck the shit out of your ass."
"No! It's too big, Milt," Nancy gasped. "Please, I don't
want to."
"But you will," he said, handing a gigantic, ribbed leather
dildo to Lisa. "Here, put this on and fuck her with it!"
"I won't do it," Lisa said.
"Yes, you will," Milt replied, a grainy insistence in his
voice.
"The hell I will!"
"Then I'll have Nancy fuck you with this phony cock. It makes
no difference to me. I just like to watch."
"Yes ... that's it, Milt. Let me fuck her ass with that big
dick," Nancy begged.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Nancy, honey? You'd really
tear up her asshole for me to watch?"
"Oh, yes ... yes!" Nancy said, grabbing the dildo from him.
"No!" Lisa said, struggling to free herself from Milt's
viselike grip on her shoulders. "You fucking perverts can't-"
"Oh yes we can," he hissed. "And you will. You think you and
your husband can con me? I know your game. I've known it all
along. If you want that contract from me, you'll have to pay for
it. And this is how you're going to do it. We've got a couple of
neat surprises for Ken when he gets here tomorrow, too, haven't we,
Nancy, honey?"
"We sure have," the blonde grinned.
"You bastards!" Lisa hissed.
Then Milt looked up at Nancy and nodded.
The blonde didn't have to be told. She took her hand from her
crotch, with reluctance, but it was with eagerness that she
strapped on the long, fat, leather dildo. A couple of straps had
to be tightened a little, Nancy possessed both thighs and waist
that were much smaller than Lisa's.
Lisa remained limp, humiliated and defeated and filled with
shame. Milt lifted her, turned her and shoved her upper body
forward onto the bed. Going around to the other side, he took hold
of her wrists and leaned forward toward her. She lay with one
cheek on the sheet. Lisa didn't look at him.
Nancy wasn't as vicious as she might have been.
She smeared the oversized leather dildo with Vaseline. Milt
watched it jut obscenely from her, wagging and bobbing like the
real thing when she moved. She came over behind the kneeling Lisa.
Her hands dropped to the girl's lovely round asscheeks. Lisa
moaned and shivered, anticipating the worst. She convulsed and
went rigid when Nancy shoved the artificial cock up into her ass.
"Aaarrrrrggghhhhh!" Lisa gasped.
Her face contorted and her arms tensed as she tried to jerk
free of Milt's grip. He held her there. She couldn't even grab
the bed to aid herself in crawling away from the huge hot log that
forced its violent way up her ruptured ass.
Nancy's bright blue eyes caught Milt's and she grinned. She
withdrew, very slowly. He knew that was a new agony to the moaning
Lisa, whose anal muscles would be trying to speed up the slow
emergence of the chunk of leather from her asshole. Nancy smiled
as she looked down to watch the shining black cock slide with
liquid ease out of the puckered and straining asshole.
It was beautiful, Milt thought, beautiful to watch, and he
shivered in delight. His balls were beginning to tingle.
Nancy's fingers kneaded the fleshy little swells of the other
woman's cheeks. Then she surged swiftly back in a sudden sadistic
lurch that shot her deep into Lisa with a violently convulsive
shock. Again Lisa cried out and again she went into a jerking,
pulling attempt to free herself of the thick impalement. She was
unable to escape.
The leather cock stabbed deep, like an oil drill pounding into
the earth. Lisa shrieked again at the sudden force of that deep
invasion of her clutching rear hole and the long cavern within.
Milt was loving it. Nancy's wagging, undulating, fucking
body; the other woman's contorted face and trembling form; the
intense excitement of it all had him erect, throbbing and pulsing
hard. He bit his lower lip as lewd thoughts leaped into his mind.
He looked around. Up at Nancy, and around again.
She saw and sensed his preoccupation. A little frown appeared
on her face. She was suddenly still, with her phony prick sunk
halfway up Lisa's ass while she waited for ... whatever it was.
She looked questioningly at him.
"Lisa, if you move, Nancy will ram herself into you with all
her strength," Milt breathed.
Lisa sobbed and clamped her mouth to save herself the
humiliation of another audible sign of her intense anguish.
Milt released her wrists and went around the bed. Nancy
watched him coming, smiled, then jerked and quivered when he slid a
hand between the two tiny globes of her asscheeks.
"Hold still," he muttered, moving away. He had to open two
dresser drawers before he found what he wanted. They would be
ruined, but he knotted a stocking around each of Lisa's wrists,
dragged the delicate but strong material out to tie it to the metal
frame of the bed. Lisa wouldn't be moving now. She was held just
as firmly as if he held her. Stockings that would run at the touch
of a fingernail or splinter would also keep her in check with
incredible strength.
He returned to Nancy. Using a small amount of her Vaseline,
he stepped behind her. She sighed and quivered in delighted
anticipation. She was relaxed, quivering with sensuality, and his
cock was coated with slippery petroleum jelly. It was easy. He
poked it between her jutting cheeks and watched the huge, blood-
filled head open her, then sink deeper and deeper into the cock-
loving hole of her anus. He felt the warmth of a tight ring of
flesh close around the knob of his prick. It clamped sweetly, all
around his driving shaft, as he pumped it into her.
"Uh! Uh!"
The two grunts were moments apart. Milt's final hard thrust
had driven him all the way into Nancy, whose body surged forward
with the impact of his hips against her flat little asscheeks. And
her forward lunge sent the dildo rushing just as deeply into Lisa
kneeling there helplessly before her.
Nancy twisted her neck to give Milt a huge smile of enraptured
pleasure. "You," she murmured, "are an iron man ... and a genius!
You'll fuck us both at once!"
He nodded and brushed her hair with his lips. His hands slid
over the flat of her hips, flaring out on either side of his
entrenched cock.
"Just move with me," he murmured. "Go forward when I push,
come back with me an instant after I pull. I'll fuck you both at
once. So will you ... you'll be fucking yourself and the bitch at
the same time!"
Milt moved. Nancy moved. Helplessly, jarred and shivering,
Lisa moved. Each strong thrust of Milt's hot, bursting cock into
Nancy's thin ass jarred her forward to stab Lisa's rectum deeply
with the dildo jutting from her loins. Each time he withdrew,
Nancy followed a second later, giving him a second fucking as she
slid her wet, warm asshole back up his cock and eased hers out of
Lisa's ravaged asshole in preparation for the next deep stroke back
into its soft inner surfaces.
The three of them filled the room with their grunts and groans
as they rocked and sawed together in a daisy-chain reaction.
Looking over Nancy's shoulder, Milt could see the black pole
that jutted from her every time it slid up into the tight walls of
Lisa's asshole. It was so thick that it spread her tight cheeks
with each in and out drive.
And below, on her inner thighs, glistened more than one
trickle of pale fluid as blood drooled out of her ravaged asshole.
He did not stop or allow Nancy to stop buggering the other
woman until Nancy, too, was drooling with juice and he was coming.
"Ohhhhh, shit, fuck, piss, cunt, cock ... COCK!" Milt Harris
was screaming. "Oh Nat ... NAT, MY DARLING BOY!" Milt cried, as
his boiling cum erupted into the rectum in front of him. "Why did
you do it? Why did you have your cock cut off! Why! I LOVED YOU
AS A BOY!" * * * And now Lisa knew what had been so strange about Nancy. But
still she stayed, her mind in a total fog.
The night ed, and nothing changed. Sometimes she slept,
only to be awakened by cold greedy lips nipping at her. Sometimes
she caught glimpses of Milt in his chair, saw him so frantic with
lust over the sight of them and so insanely preoccupied with his
own body, that she could hardly believe she wasn't still dreaming.
And through it all, Nancy's smooth, dry nudity against her,
never ceasing and never coming to life.
When dawn broke through the windows, something terrible had
happened to Lisa.
Milt was still in the chair. In the morning light, his skin
looked gray, and his face looked crumpled as an old shoe. He was
asleep, and breathing harshly between parted lips.
Nancy was also asleep. Lisa turned her head on the pillow and
found the woman on the bed beside her. Her limbs were arranged as
perfectly as those of a corpse ... legs together, elbows close to
the sides, fingers laced across the abdomen. Even lying flat on
her back, Nancy looked solid as ever; the twin lumps of her round
little breasts rose high, with no trace of shifting or flattening.
Lisa moved herself painfully to the edge of the bed, and
managed to stand. Her mind was fogged from lack of sleep, from
ion unfulfilled, and from something else she couldn't name.
The something else, whatever it was, gave her the strength she
needed.
She walked across the room to where Milt sat slumped in the
chair, his hand resting limply against his leg. She curled her
fingers, glanced once at her long red nails, then struck him across
the face.
Milt's head snapped up. His eyes opened and shifted
drunkenly, trying to focus on the woman standing before him.
"Get out," Lisa snapped. "I want to dress."
Milt rose from the chair cautiously, as if afraid any sudden
movement on his part might be dangerous. Lisa stood tall and
completely nude beside his chair, but he didn't once look at her
body as he came to his feet and crossed the room to the bed.
He touched Nancy's shoulder, and she awakened immediately.
"Let's go," he said. His voice sounded very hollow and tense.
Lisa remained standing in the same spot, watching Milt and
Nancy as they dressed. No one spoke. If Nancy sensed anything
wrong, it didn't show in the rubber mask of her face. As for Milt,
he seemed almost as weird as his wife, except for the occasional
apprehensive glances he threw in Lisa's direction.
When they were dressed, the two of them left the room without
a word. Lisa listened closely until the door down the hall had
slammed. She went slowly over to the bed, and stretched herself
out upon it. The early morning sun had made a pattern of bars
across the ceiling, and Lisa fixed her eyes on them.
Her body never moved, her face remaining completely
expressionless, as she followed the progress of the sunny stripes
down the wall.
Then she realized that they were the same bars she had in her
own apartment. They were the bars of her cell, and she was going
to escape from them.
Quickly, she showered, dressed, and packed. Milt met her at
the foot of the stairs.
"If you leave before the weekend is over, it will be that much
harder on Ken," he said.
"That's tough shit," Lisa said, and stomped out of the house. Chapter 10 There was a knock on the door.
The newspaper dropped from Connie's hands and she sat bolt
upright in her chair, staring frozen across the room. Her mind
raced furiously.
It was just a knock at the door, after all. It only meant she
had a caller. There was no reason to suspect anything out of the
ordinary just because somebody had knocked on the door.
And it might be Lisa. Maybe she had changed her mind. Maybe
she had decided to tell Ken to go to hell after all. She had been
crying on the telephone when she had called Connie and told her
what Ken had wanted her to do; the kind of couple he wanted her to
spend the weekend with.
"Don't go," Connie had urged her. "Come to me ... me and Ben.
We love you, Lisa. We'll make no demands on you."
"I ... I can't."
Then she had hung up and now there was knocking on the door.
The knock sounded again, and this time a voice spoke.
"Connie?"
She got up slowly from her chair and crossed the room on tip-
toe until her face was right next to the door. She stood waiting
until the voice spoke again.
"You in there, Connie?"
"Who is it?"
"It's Ben, silly. You got somebody with you?"
She pulled open the door.
Ben was standing in the hall looking sheepish, as usual, with
a stupid smile on his face and a bright wetness in his eyes. It
was the same idiot face he always wore when he called on her, but
she loved it.
She grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.
"Oh, Ben, I'm so glad to see you," she said, throwing her arms
around him and holding him close to her.
"Hey, what's wrong, baby? You look kinda funny."
"She's gone, Ben. Lisa's gone. And if what we did together
didn't work, I don't think anything could shake her away from her
husband. And I'm frightened ... frightened for her!"
"Hey, calm down, baby," Ben said, squeezing her against his
massive chest and kissing the top of her forehead lightly. "Lisa's
a big girl. I think she can take care of herself."
"I s'pose you're right," Connie nodded, molding her ample
curves into his warmth. "Oh, Ben, make me forget ... hold me close
and make love to me. Please. Right now."
"I want you, Connie," he said.
"And I want you. C'mon, darling, take your clothes off and
let's make love right now!"
She grabbed his hand and led him into the bedroom, then turned
to face him. She untied the knot in her robe and let the garment
fall to the floor. She was totally naked beneath it.
His eyes widened at the sight of her nude body. "Oh, Connie,
you look mighty good to me tonight."
"I'm going to be mighty good to you if you'll just get those
damn clothes off and come to bed."
He busied his hands with the last bits of clothing. In a
moment, he was as naked as she was.
"Let's go, honey," she said, extending a hand toward him.
"This is one we both need."
She sprawled on the bed, arranging her body deliberately so it
would excite him. She slipped her hands behind her head, winging
up her elbows, making the taut hemispheres of her tits rise
invitingly.
He leaped to her, his thin fingers closing around those
luscious breasts. She felt his hips graze her legs.
"Oh, Ben," she said, looking right up into his flushed and
eager face. "Do right by me now, and I'll promise you the best
time you ever had with a woman. I mean that, Ben, and it's a
promise I know how to keep tonight."
"What do you want me to do, Connie?"
"Just go, honey." She laid her head back into the pillow and
closed her eyes. "That's all. Just go like it was the greatest
thing in the world. Just love me with everything you've got. I
want to get pounded!"
"You're on, baby."
"I want it all tonight, Ben darling," Connie moaned. "I want
to do everything."
Ben's head swam with the sudden intensity of her desire. He
knew that deep down Connie was a lesbian, and in love with Lisa.
But he also knew that he was the only man who could satisfy her.
And, tonight, thinking that Lisa was gone for good, she needed him.
He made a vow as he kissed her, that she wouldn't be sorry.
He rolled the girl over on her side. As her legs fell apart,
he brought his hardened prick to bear on her pussy.
"Now spread your beautiful legs open for me!" he urged.
She did, with a smile, loving the thrill that ran through her
as his cockhead rushed over her sensitive cuntal flesh. She spread
her trembling thighs wide apart.
He dropped between her legs and moved one hand to the
smoothness of her full ass, pressing her pussy hard against his
cock.
He crushed his lips against hers and moved his hand over her
seeping cuntal lips while the other hand continued to knead the
silky flesh of her ass. His experienced fingers caressed slowly at
first, then began a rotating motion around her quivering clit.
"Oh, give it to me, Ben ... fuck me ... FUCK ME GOOD!" Connie
gasped.
Her eyes filled with desire as she felt her cunt tingle and
her pelvis begin grinding up against his warmly throbbing cock.
She clenched her teeth tightly together and moaned as the smooth
tip of his prick began tantalizing her wet pussy lips.
"I'm going to fuck you now, baby. I'm going to feed my hungry
cock into you!"
He lunged forward and drove the head of his massive prick into
her eagerly gaping cunt hole with all the heated impatience of the
lover that he was.
Waves of ionate ecstasy shook Connie's body and, groaning
in wanton abandonment, she began to grind her steaming pussy up
against his thick male meat. She drew her knees up to meet his
pounding thrusts.
"God, it's good! It's so unbelievably good!" she crooned.
Flaming desire coursed through her wildly flailing hips. The
only thing that mattered to her in this world at this time was the
fact that this powerful man was fucking her. She wanted him to
fuck her, wanted him and his big, wonderful cock thrust deep inside
her.
Her hot, quivering thighs humped in time with his furious
pounding. Slowly he raised her legs as high as they would go.
Then he raised his body slightly and thrust his huge cock all the
way into her warm opening. Wildly, with ionate force, he
pressed himself into her again and again.
Her cunt quivered and twitched from the thrusts of cock
pressure she felt from the force of his wildly pounding tool.
"Oh, fuck my brains out, Ben," she cried. "Pound my pussy raw
with your sweet, big dick!"
"I love you, Connie," he groaned. "Don't worry about her.
I'll marry you, if you want me to."
"No, Ben darling, that's not for us. This is for us," she
breathed, slamming her cunt over his meat. "Fuck me!"
"Fuck! FUCK!" he cried, slamming into her with renewed vigor.
She received his thrusting rod with unbridled lust, screaming
and biting down on her lips as she dug her sharp nails deeply into
his muscular back.
The wild ion of his thrusts continued to penetrate her
flesh and give her throbbing bursts of pleasure. Their moans and
sighs filled the room, and echoed inside his head. She pulled him
down to where their lips were touching. His tongue touched the
tips of her open, trembling lips. They quivered wildly and pressed
firmly against each other. Ben could feel the excitement flowing
from her lips to his and through his whole body.
Their saliva mixed and the ion of their touches increased
to a fever pitch. They were both sweating now and perspiration ran
off of them in heavy, hot beads.
The sounds of heavy breathing and panting became louder and
more insistent as their ion reached new highs of frenzy.
They rolled and tossed together on the bed in wild, jerking
motions of sexual pleasure.
Connie spread her legs wider apart, and thrust her body up,
pushing her contracting cunt over his cock. Ben anxiously thrust
his throbbing tool all the way into her and held it there for some
seconds, feeling the total heat of her steaming channel.
She pulled greedily at his muscular buttocks to force his
massive cock hard and fast into her wet opening. Harder and harder
he thrust the head of his thrashing tool in and out of her slit.
"Let me on top ... let me on top!" Connie cried as her cunt
screamed for all the cock it could get.
Then, with more agility than he imagined she possessed, she
raised herself up and climbed on top of him. She straddled his
body, holding his upward-thrusting cock between the fingers of her
right hand as she poised it up between her wide-spread thighs near
the mouth of her pussy.
"Now, baby," she cooed.
Staring hotly down at him, she inched herself downward slowly,
parting the folds of her cunt with the massive head of his prick.
She filled the pulsating opening with it. She made soft sounds of
sheer delight at the feel of his throbbing instrument again inside
her cunt.
He thrust upward as she came down, feeling the fleshy warmth
of her pussy's clasping while molding around his dick. Wasting no
more time, Connie sheathed the full length of his cock with her
damp cunt. It filled her whole belly with the hot, hard expanse of
his huge flaring head. Her face was wildly contorted with lust.
As she rode up to bring all but the lust-swollen tip of his cock
out of her pussy, he slid his hands around under her arms and
squeezed her quivering tits. He levered up with his ass at the
same time, sending his huge cock soaring along the full length of
the clasping channel of her cunt.
"Oh, yes, Ben ... your cock ... I've got all of your sweet
cock!" she cried.
Then, using her knees as levers, she began to grind her cunt
up and down his prick.
Then Ben could take it no longer. He could feel his orgasm
approaching. He wrenched her around until she was once again
beneath him. He wanted to be on top when he poured his frothy
sperm into her hot, seething hole.
Her body was shaking and quivering all over. She was ready to
come.
Ben knew she was ready, and he nibbled on her ears and
squeezed and pulled the sensitive nipples of her throbbing tits.
Closer and closer she came to her climax, her body jerking and
quivering violently. She moaned and tossed her long legs about the
bed in a wild frenzy. She threw her head in frantic, lustful
ion as Ben bit down on the firm tips of her hot, erect nipples.
Her cunt began to quiver and contract more violently. She
screamed again and again, more violently each time.
Ben could feel the moisture of her cunt increase as her
excitement grew stronger.
Suddenly and frantically, she took hold of his shoulders and
clasped her hands tightly around them. She bucked her body up,
nearly bending herself double.
A shriek started, almost inaudibly, in Connie's throat. It
increased in volume until it was a lusty squall. Her body shivered
and bounced under his.
"AHHHH ... OHHHHH ... THAT'S IT! I'M COMING, BEN! I'M
COMING! OHHHHH, COME WITH ME ... COME WITH ME!"
Ben's sperm was boiling at the end of his dick. Her cunt
walls sucked at him, the hot flesh curling around his plunging
cock. The depths of her pussy were raspy and hot as her climaxing
flesh grasped the spurting head of his prick. Unable to hold back
any longer, he let go.
"FUUUUUUUCK!" he yelled.
It was boiling out of his cock. He reached around and grasped
her ass and slammed his body against her pelvis.
Connie gasped through her nostrils as the massive ramrod
plunged into her cunt, spewing his flood of hot cum all the way to
her belly.
"God, what a beautiful fuck."
Ben rolled off Connie's body and they both looked toward the
voice in the doorway.
It was Lisa. She was stark naked, ramming two fingers of her
right hand up her snatch. Chapter 11 Ken was taking even a closer look at Nancy than Lisa had
earlier. There was something about the woman that turned him
completely off, physically. Also, the fact that she seemed to work
like a robot for Milt unnerved him.
"Shall I sit next to him on the sofa, Milt?"
"Yes, Nancy, that would be nice."
She not only sat next to him but also started running her hand
up and down his thigh. Her fingers now and then brushed the
material of his cock through the material of his tros. And,
even though Ken didn't think of her as an attractive woman, his
cock started getting hard.
It was difficult to concentrate on what Milt was saying, until
he started talking about Lisa and the contract. That jarred Ken
into instant attention.
"So you see, Ken," Milt was saying, "I know, and have known
for some time, about the little deal you and your wife have cooked
up to convince unwitting rs to use your agency. I've even
talked to some of the men who have felt guilty after fucking your
wife, and having her suck their cocks."
Ken gulped. "Then why ..."
"Why did I go ahead and fuck her?" Milt said. "Because, dear
boy, I like you. And it was rather enjoyable fucking her, although
my tastes run to other things. Things a little more bizarre.
That's why I'm married to Nancy. Nancy is a little bizarre.
Aren't you, honey?"
"Yes, Milt. His cock is almost hard. Shall I take it out and
suck on it a little first?"
"Hey, wait a minute," Ken interjected. "I don't-"
Milt interrupted him. "Yes, dear, but why don't you take your
clothes off first and let Ken see your beautiful body." He turned
his attention back to Ken as Nancy stood beside the sofa and
started removing her dress. "You'll love Nancy's body, Ken. I do.
She's built almost like a little boy."
Ken couldn't speak. His eyes were riveted to the woman as she
slipped the dress from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
He could see the straight, thin line of her pubic hair as it
disappeared between her thighs through a filmy thin pair of bikini
panties. Her waist was strange, too thick for her narrow hips and
thighs.
Then she removed the tiny bra and he gasped. Her small,
gleaming white tits, with their tiny, tiny nipples, didn't move.
They were as firm as two baseballs beneath the taut ivory skin.
They didn't even look like a woman's breasts. They looked as
though they were the breasts of a man, only enlarged.
Then Ken saw her remove the panties and the narrow, jutting
bone of her cunt appeared as if it would burst through her skin,
and he knew why her breasts looked as though they were a man's.
It was because they were a man's-at least, they had been at
one time.
He turned back to Milt and started to speak, but was stopped
by the leering smile of recognition on Milt's face. Milt was
reading his mind. He knew that Ken knew.
"Yes," Milt said, unzipping his fly and pulling his huge, hard
hunk of meat into the open. He fisted its huge girth as he spoke
again. "Yes, Ken. My sweet little girl used to be my boy. Oh, I
didn't want her to do it, but she insisted. She said she wanted to
be more of a girl."
"Milt-" Ken said.
"You'll love to have her suck your cock, Ken. She can really
suck. That hasn't changed since she was a boy. And, believe me,
she sucked a lot of cock when she was a boy. You still love to
suck cock, don't you, Nancy?"
"Yes, Milt. I love a cock in my mouth. I love to feel that
good jizz slide down my gullet when a cock starts spurting."
"I know you do, dear."
"Shall I take his cock out now, Milt?"
"Why don't you just take all his clothes off, hon. Then we
can see his cock and his ass. You know how we both love boy's
asses."
"Yes, Milt."
"No ... NO!" Ken said, grasping her wrists and holding her
away from him.
"Ken ..." Milt said, his face growing stern. "The contract,
Ken. It would be easier if Lisa were still here, but we'll just
have to make do with you now.
Ken's mind whirled as he released Nancy's wrists. Yes, he
thought, the contract. He did need the damn contract. Need?
Shit, he had to have the damn thing. And, what the hell, she was a
girl. She probably did give good head. Hell, maybe he'd even fuck
her pussy. That would be kind of kicky, to fuck a man-made pussy.
Ken's cock rose to its full height as Nancy undressed him with
deft fingers. Now and then her hand would slide down and caress
the length of his tool or roll his balls around in its palm.
"Ohhhhhh," she cried, when Ken finally stood naked in front of
them. "He does have a nice prick, Milt."
"Yes," Milt said, his eyes bugging from his head as he studied
Ken's cock. "Very nice."
"It's just right," Nancy cooed.
"You think you can take it everywhere, dear?"
"Yes, Milt. It'll be a nice size for my asshole after I suck
and fuck him with my mouth and pussy.
He, she, it, whatever Nancy was she had managed to turn Ken on
completely with her hands.
"Shall I, Milt?"
"Yes, dear. Suck him off so I can watch."
She stood up. "Kiss me, Ken!" she said.
"No ... I ... just suck me," Ken replied hesitantly.
Nancy moved her nearly hairless cunt over his cock, trapping
it between her thighs.
It worked. Man made or not, it was still flesh around the
ridge of his cock. It was still a hole to ram his turgid meat
into.
He rammed forward, grinding his cock hard into her pelvis,
crushing the matted hairs around her tiny cunt. She leaned
forward, rose to her toes, and stabbed her tongue into his mouth.
Ken forgot who or what she was. He returned the kiss ionately,
gyrating his prick into her hard crotch all the while.
Nancy reached behind him and slipped her fingers between the
taut cheeks of his ass. She worked her middle finger downward,
between the crack of his ass. He kissed her harder as her finger
progressed. He moaned deeply as she began wiggling the tip of her
finger into his rear hole. It almost drove him wild. His rock-
hard cock ground into her with more intensity.
Nancy pulled her mouth away from his. She said, "He's got a
wonderful, tight asshole, Milt. It'll be good." Ken didn't hear
her words. His prick was already on the verge of coming, and it
was sending wild sparks of sexual electricity up to his brain.
"Good, honey, good. Let's go into the bedroom."
Nancy led both of them through the living room and into the
ading bedroom. In his daze, Ken managed to notice that Milt
had shed all of his clothes. It struck him for just a moment that
Milt had one hell of a whang. It was about three inches longer
than his own, and at least an inch and a half thicker. He was too
hot to think much about Milt's cock, though. He wanted his own
cum-gun off.
"You want him to fuck me first, Milt?"
"No," Ken groaned. "Suck me off just once first. Put my cock
in your hot mouth and suck the cum out of me. I promise I'll fuck
you for a whole hour if you do."
"Later," she whispered. "I'll drain you dry, but later."
She lay down on the bed and Milt harshly insisted that Ken
suck her pussy a little first to make sure that he didn't look down
on Nancy.
Ken willingly obeyed.
Moving his head forward, Ken snaked out his tongue and ran it
through her pussy hair, seeking her swollen clit. Nancy jerked
spasmodically each time the tip of his tongue scraped over her clit
and she thrust her cunt forward to him. He licked harder.
"Oh, yes, that's it. There. There, Ken. Oouuuu! Lick it
slowly! Stick your tongue way up deep and then lick it out slowly
until you reach my clit. UMMMMM! Yes! Yes! Like that! Ohhhhh
... that's so good!"
Her cunt tasted the same as any other woman's, Ken thought.
Maybe it is the same. Hell, who gives a shit, his mind raved.
Spreading her legs wide, she lifted one and let it rest on his
shoulder. Her cunt was opened wider. Ken dove his face into the
wet opening. His tongue licked and sucked in her narrow hole and
Nancy threw her head back and groaned.
"Oh, Ken, lick faster. I ... I think I'm going to come
already! Lick my clit ... suck on it ... hard ... HARD ... HARDER!
OHHHHH!"
Ken sucked her swollen bud into his mouth and pulled at it as
hard as he could. With the tip of his tongue, he raked back and
forth across it over and over again. Reaching up, he rammed three
fingers of his hand into her slit and fucked ardently in and out.
"Oh, Ken ... Milt!" she sang out. "I'm commmmminnnnngg!"
Nancy ground her cunt into his face as hard as she could. He
in return sucked and sipped at her cunt with renewed gusto. In his
hand his cock throbbed with cum and he knew before he was finished
Nancy would suck every drop of it out of his shaft, squeezing his
balls all the while. He licked her cunt hard, ramming his fingers
faster into her pussy.
To his surprise, she came. Or it seemed like she came. Once
again, he couldn't be bothered.
"Suck me now! Oh, shit, suck my cock now!" he cried, standing
and waving his throbbing prick toward her lips.
She took his meat in both her hands and began to lick the
swollen head. Ken shuddered and begged her to go on.
Nancy moved closer and, hovering directly over it, she opened
her mouth and sucked in the head. He groaned louder and gripped
the edges of the bed.
"More, more! Suck me good, Nancy!" Ken begged.
"You like this?" Nancy teased, running her tongue up the long
shaft and then bobbing the tip around in the gland opening, while
at the same time pumping his shaft up and down with her hands.
He could only groan and grip the bed all that much harder. He
thrust his hips up at her and the head slipped between her waiting
lips.
"Suck me! Suck me good, dammit! Suck the cum out of my
balls!"
Soon Nancy's head was bobbing up and down furiously. She
allowed as much of his big cock to go in as she could take. Ken
was soon thrashing and pounding on the bed in agonizing ecstasy.
He pleaded with her incoherently to blow his cock.
"You ready to come now?" she asked.
"Yes! Oh, God, yes!" Ken growled.
"Then ass-fuck me!" she cried, rolling back onto the bed and
lifting her splayed hips high.
He stared down at her asshole. It looked as big as her cunt,
maybe bigger. He would rather come in her mouth but, to Ken,
fucking was fucking.
"Come! Fuck me with that cock of yours! Ram it into my ass,
hard, as hard as you can! Fuck me, Ken!" Nancy cried.
His puffy prick bounced in front of him, the head angry and
red, his heavy balls sagging beneath him. The rigid curve was
aimed at her widely spread legs. Her asshole gaped open, the
quivering membranes wafting an invitation to him. Nancy, her head
raised, eyes closed into slits, arms outstretched, pleaded with him
to hurry.
The bed shifted noisily as Ken lowered his immense bulk
quickly onto it. He mounted between her legs, lifting her ankles
around his neck. Moving forward, he reached down and guided his
cock to her bubbling rear hole. She gasped as she felt his huge
cock begin to penetrate her.
"Now ... NOW!" she cried. "All of it. Pound my asshole!"
He lunged and every inch of the long nine inches Ken possessed
rammed into her.
She lifted her ass willingly and felt him thrust forward
again. Half his long shaft sank into her tight depths and she
moaned with joy. He pulled back, making a sucking sound as his big
cock moved around in her hot channel, then rammed forward again.
This time almost the entire prick speared its way into her.
Tightening, Nancy held Ken close and forced herself not to cry
out. She knew that once she became used to having sucked a huge
cock in her ass, it wouldn't be uncomfortable. But in the
beginning it was always difficult. Ken backed out again.
Nancy's legs were high, with her knees around his head so her
asshole was pointed practically straight up toward his plunging
rod. Ken had driven into her in a push-up fashion. He ground his
hips in a circular motion as he drove in and out of her cock-
milking asshole.
Each lunge was harder than the last, until Ken was fucking her
exactly as he would any other woman.
And Nancy was loving it, just like any other woman. She would
tense, moan, and shove herself at him, making her bung-hole
contract around his cock and milk it with glee.
"Talk to me, Ken," she gasped.
"Huh ... wha ... what," Ken panted, lost in a mind-boggling
swirl of sexual intensity.
"Tell me ... tell me," she gasped, "what a woman I am!"
"Yes ... yes, you're a woman!"
"Talk to me! Tell me how it feels to you. Does your cock
feel good? Can you feel me milking your cock? Talk to me, Ken,
while you make me come! Fuck me, Ken! Fuck me real hard and
deep!"
Ken continued his even pace, grinning down at her. His face
was damp with perspiration and his breathing was difficult.
Grinding his hips into her as he rammed forward, he spoke to her.
"It feels good, Nancy," he panted. "Damn, you got the
greatest ass in the world! Yeah. Yeah, I can feel you milking me.
It's almost like you're sucking me. Jesus, but I want to come in
your asshole! You got a real sweet one! It's so tight! I love to
put my pole in it!"
He was at a peak of sexual excitement, and then he came,
filling her asshole with searing cum before collapsing in
exhaustion.
Milt looked over at Ken, smiling, and Ken knew he had won the
contract. * * * Once it was established that Lisa was positive about her
actions and was determined to leave Ken, Connie asked her what she
intended to do, what she wanted for the rest of her life.
"I want the two of you. I want to love both of you and fuck
you forever," Lisa replied. "I want all the fun out of sex I used
to have before I married Ken. I want crazy sex games. Oh, Connie
... Ben, I want everything!"
Connie looked at the man beside her and smiled. "Think you
can handle that, honey?"
Ben smiled and replied, "Did you ever see a time I couldn't,
baby?" Then he grasped his cock and pointed it at Lisa. "Come and
get it, honey."
With hair flying and big tits bouncing, Lisa jumped into the
bed between them, giggling.
"Ummmm, nice cock ... big beautiful prick," she crooned,
sliding her hand over the domed head of his meat and curling her
fingers around the staff. It was already two-thirds erect. Her
pawing hand, pistoning up and down, took care of the other third.
Lisa continued to pound Ben's meat with her hand as she kissed
Connie, who now squatted on his other side. Connie returned her
kiss, giving her a mouthful of tongue.
Connie's hands gripped her head, bringing it to her body.
Lisa shuddered as she rubbed Ben's enormous tool between her own
tits while she licked Connie's heaving globes. Over and around the
woman's tits went Lisa's hot tongue. They were sleek and shiny
with the sweat from her and Ben's recent sexual exertions. Lisa
lapped the perspiration from Connie's tits and belly as if it were
milk and she were a starving kitten.
Lisa was slurping down Connie's belly and into her navel.
Then she shifted her attack to Ben's cock and balls. He reached
down and grasped two handfuls of jet black hair, one on either side
of her face. He pulled. Her head came up a little and her eyes
looked questioningly at him.
"Open up."
She smiled, then made an oval of her lips. He pulled at her
hair and pushed with his pelvis and watched his cock run into her
face. He felt teeth, and winced. She opened wider. Then he
lunged, gagging her by bouncing his blood-gorged glans off the back
of her throat.
She coughed and swallowed repeatedly when he backed his
enormous prick out of her mouth. Then she looked adoringly up at
him, the length of his body.
"What next, darling?"
"You really like games ... all kinds of games?" he asked, his
eyes darting from Lisa to Connie and back again.
"That's what I'm here for," Lisa answered.
"Stand up."
"But ..."
"You asked what next. I said stand up."
Lisa stood, her tits dancing and flopping and swinging back
and forth. She looked down at him. He drew up his legs, then slid
them between her feet.
"Open up."
Lisa widened her legs. He moved his apart and told her again.
She planted her feet farther apart and he propped them there with
his.
"Open up," he said again.
"Oh, darling ... I'll fall!"
"Open it up with your hands, then. I can't see a damn thing
but cunt hair."
Lisa smiled a little and instantly her breasts slapped and
bulged together again as she swung both hands in to her black bush.
Palms in, she placed her finger-tips in the center of her glossy
black cunt-fur. With a sexy little half-smile on her face, she
stared at him and started opening herself up.
Ben lay there, looking up to watch the pink crease appear. It
widened. Slick-looking pink lips. She opened herself wider with a
little sigh. He saw the inner lips, darker, ragged, and she pulled
a little more and they popped wetly apart to let him see the small
dark hole between them, like a tunnel into darkness framed by her
cuntal flesh.
"Keep it open," he told her, "while you run a finger in."
She did exactly that, and her belly jumped as her finger slid
in and up to her snatch.
Ben put his feet together. "Be careful now," he said. "And
squat."
She moved her legs together, just a little. Then she bent her
knees. She leaned a little forward to balance herself as she came
down.
"Stop. Hold your pussy open with both hands."
"Ohhhhhhhh, God," she sighed in a tiny, throaty voice. "I
love it!" She propped her cunt open with both hands, again showing
him both sets of lips and the dark hole into her womb. Then she
came down into a crouch, legs apart and knees bent and thighs and
calves bulging as their backs came together.
"Forward just a little, Lisa," Ben told her, and she did, big
dark-tipped breasts joggling, and then she grunted. Her hands were
holding her cuntlips wide open. The stretched lips slid down over
his toes. He didn't move his foot. He just told her to come on
down.
His foot flipped up into her cunt. She groaned again. Lisa
gasped and sighed, twisting her head. Her hands released her vulva
to let the strongly muscular lips snap around his foot like a big
rubber band. He worked his leg, just a little, so that his foot
moved an inch or two left and then an inch or two right. She
didn't have that kind of room inside, and she moaned and wobbled
back and forth, trembling all over with strain.
Then it was good ... it was wonderful. His whole foot was up
her cunt.
"Oh, yes ... yes ... YESSSS!" Lisa screamed. "Fuck me ...
FOOT-FUCK MEEEEE!"
Ben smiled and pulled Connie over until her thighs straddled
his meat. "Take it baby," he said. "We're home free after all."
Connie knew what he meant as she felt his big whang slide up
into her honey-coated cunt. She started bouncing on his cock as
Lisa pounded her cunt over his foot.
"Lisa." she gasped.
"Yea ... yessss?"
"Do you think Ken will get that contract? I mean, you're
still married to him. And even though you live with us, you're
going to be a rich woman."
"He'll get it, I suppose," Lisa said. "He'll find a way,
somehow. He always does."
"Good," Connie said, looking down at Ben and smiling.
He smiled back.
They communicated with their eyes. They didn't have to use
words. They wouldn't have to hustle any more, either of them. And
if Ken didn't give Lisa enough to keep all three of them in clover
all the time, they could just set up an expensive trick or two for
Lisa to turn. With her body, she could bring a lot in.
What the hell, she had done practically the same thing for
Ken. Why shouldn't she do it for Connie and Ben, who loved her so
much?
Yes, they both thought, it was going to be the best of all
worlds. The End
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