Chapter 8
She knew who the big, buck-naked blonde was, and she also knew that she had been tricked.
But there she was, sprawled on his sofa with her finger up her cunt and his pornographic movie whirring like hell in front of her. There was damned little reason for pretending she was either shocked or sorry.
"Well," she wheezed, blushing with both pleasure and shame, "I suppose it's a little late for introductions."
The handsome foreman's eyes were dancing at the center of her charms, and his big prick was standing up stiff between his legs, pointing at her like a traffic cop's arm.
"Jesus, Mrs. Carter, I hope you're not mad about this," he stammered, a nervous but lusty grin twitching at the edges of his mouth. "You could sure as the devil get me sacked for pulling an adolescent stunt like tempting you with a dirty flick."
Her own lips were struggling to hold back her happy grin. "It was pretty mean of you to hide like that, and a little dumb."
He blushed again. "Yeah, I guess I..."
"Dumb to hide that big equipment, that is," she interrupted. "Lord, honey, I'll bet the girls you know beg on their hands and knees for some of what you've got."
He grinned from ear to ear again, and she had her eyes on his big pole of meat as it throbbed under her praises.
"Believe me," he husked, "I intended just to stay hidden in there. You know, just a little innocent looking, but when I saw what you were doing I guess I got so damned excited that I practically fell through the door."
"That's nice," she purred, keeping her eyes riveted to the huge prick that was making her cunt begin to water.
He was still standing well away from her, and that was giving her the chance to drink in every inch of his body. She had to happily admit that her husband's description of Bill Walker was right on the button. He looked like a husky young football player in a locker room-minus his jock strap!
"You ... uh ... don't intend to tell your husband, I hope," he said hopefully.
A wicked smile scorched her face. "That depends."
"Could I ask on what?"
She took a ragged breath. "On whether you're going to stand there all day apologizing-or whether you're going to come over here and horse that big, beautiful rod of yours up between my legs."
He gulped, his blue eyes going blurred with passion. "You'll let me ... uh ... fuck you, ma'am?"
"If you don't, you lovely stud, you'll be digging ditches tomorrow!"
With a low groan of pleasure he came over the sofa, his stiff cock wagging lustily from left to right as he walked. He parked his naked butt on the sofa beside her, and one of her hands snaked out quickly to feel the mighty column of hard meat. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp of admiration as her fingers inched and teased greedily up and down the entire length of his penis. It was one of the stiffest things she'd ever touched, and the snarl of dark hair at the thick root of it made her uncontrollably horny.
"Wanta hop out of your things?" he breathed.
"You bet!"
In seconds, while he lay back on the sofa with his hands behind his head watching the erotic film grind away on the screen, she danced out of her clothes. She tossed her dress over the back of a chair, then followed the denuding process by zipping out of her panties and bra. Her tits were as firm as tropical melons by now, and the two ruddy nipples were popped out erect and suckable.
As she moved back to the sofa, he reached both of his large hands around her waist and manipulated her thighs open. He stared hard into the matrix of her cunt as she stood in front of him, legs apart, her pelvis shoved slightly out so that he could do anything he wanted.
"Goddamn, but that's a beautiful pussy," he whispered, his nostrils flaring like a healthy young animal's.
She felt her whole body tingling as his fingers inched further back to hold her warm buttocks. He patted and rubbed the full cheeks of her ass while his face moved closer and closer to the perfumed slit of her sex.
Eat me, she thought, yes, please. . . PLEASE EAT ME!
As if controlled by erotic radar, the husky young foreman pulled her eager twat so close to his mouth that she could feel the widow's peak of her cunt hair being moved by his breath. The slack folds of her heating crack opened a bit in sensual anticipation, and her brazen clit started quickly to erect, like a pink finger.
"Suck it!" she whimpered, pushing her thighs wantonly forward until his lips were nuzzling her pubes. "Tongue me, and get me hot!."
Her totally uninhibited desire to make him pleasure her was the kind of venereal invitation he had been wanting. With a growl of lust he drove his tongue into her silky pussy to the root.
"AAAHHHhhhhh...I"
She went limp with the maddening joy of having her cunt licked, and he held her by her buttocks as he slurped greedily, rolling and lapping his strong tongue in and out of the yeasty flanges of her slit.
It was the quickest, most delicious orgasm she had ever had. In only moments the long, stony tongue of her horny partner pumped her juices to the surface and she spasmed with a few muffled shrieks of joy. She pushed her thighs so hard against his face that his ears were flattened by the insides of her legs. But his tongue kept working, stroking, fucking her until the last spicy drop of her coming had been coaxed out of her cockpit.
"UUUUMMMmmmmm," she purred, sagging down over his flushed, hard body until his huge cock was digging into her tummy. "My, you do know how to make a gal feel good all over!"
His hands were roaming all over her naked body now, pinching and teasing the lifted hillocks of her ass. She could feel her bloated nipples pushing against the hair of his chest, but most of all she could feel that oversized stallion prick of his throbbing against her navel.
"I wanta fuck you, ma'am," he whispered, running one of his football-player fingers up and down the thin crease between her buttocks. "Let me make you come two or three more times, okay?"
She raised her blazing face up to his, and grinned weakly. "God, do you think you can?"
He smiled back and kissed her softly on her parted lips. "I've got one of those slow-to-come cocks myself," he promised. "Hell, I can screw all night without getting my rocks off. And I've been told that can be a real advantage to a woman who-likes to freak out on multiple orgasms."
She felt a deep kick of rutty need inside her cunt. "I'm ready any time you are," She said, grinning.
Without another word he slid his arms under her naked body and stood up. Then he turned around and placed her on the sofa so that she could watch the smutty movie while he fucked her.
"Throw one leg up over the back of the sofa," he said huskily, "and when I start putting it to you, try to slide your other leg up over my shoulder. It's the best position for fucking in the book ... besides, I like to get in all the way, right up to the balls."
She followed his directions to the letter, feeling very lewd and whorish as her hoisted leg made the well-eaten lips of her cunt flare wide-open. Then, to tease her into the final urge to be madly fucked, he used his king-sized hands to massage and stroke her tits until the nipples were bursting with pleasure and throbbing a deep, dark red.
"Let's ball our asses off," he groaned.
He crawled deep into the splay of her thighs and forced the big, dry head of his prick snugly between the cuntal folds of her pussy.
Little dancing devils of lust told her that for all of the young foreman's sexy appetites, he was somewhat inexperienced when it came to screwing ripe pussy. Obviously, most of his balling had been done with younger women-females who might be a tiny bit apprehensive about having his enormous cock shoved all at once up their tender twats.
Did she have news for him!
"Fuck it in!" she snarled gently. "Don't be afraid you're going to hurt me-ram that gorgeous rod up me like I was a two-bit whore!"
Her blazing words singed his ears, and he flushed a deep pink with pleasure.
"You sure you want me to-"
"Right up to your balls, buster!"
With a snort of joy he lifted his husky buttocks and plunged his ponderous cock madly up her cunt. She felt the walls of her slit rolling back to accommodate the huge trowel of hot meat; and to force him into even lustier action, she crab-walked her leg high up over his muscular shoulder.
"Get it IN!" she snapped. "FUCK ME, YOU STUD-HORSE BASTARD!"
It was the kind of gutter language that can drive an already horny male crazy with passion. With an animal grunt of raw lust, he pumped his big prick into her creamy hole right to his nuts.
She almost fainted from the ecstasy of having her hungry cunt so stretched and filled with the divinely stiff prick of a handsome young man. And when he began to slowly but powerfully fuck her, she let her tongue roll slackly out of the corner of her grinning mouth.
At least twenty minutes went by before he once paused to give his pumping ass a rest. During the beautifully erotic ride he had made her come twice, and she could feel the liquids of her spasms running like sticky glue between the cheeks of her butt. Most of her pleasure had come from his constantly stiff, constantly thrusting prick-but some of it had been generated from watering the tail end of the dirty movie. It had made her hormones churn like Mexican jumping beans to watch the three sailors fuck the lucky movie queen on the screen while her own flaming pussy was being worked on.
"Tired?" she breathed dreamily, reaching up to pull on the lobes of his burning ears.
"Not even winded," he said. "You sure like to come, don't you? I'll bet you could take this kind of humping all night."
"And then some," she purred.
He laughed softly. "Well, ma'am, I'll do my best to fuck your hole dry."
"So giddiyup, doll!"
He was just getting back into stride when they heard the booming roar of a motorbike.
"Jesus," he groaned, "it's that little sonovabitch from the office."
She came out of her languor with a jump. "My husband?" she gasped.
"Naw. It's that little office-boy punk. He comes over here all the time to watch my fuck movies. Can't get rid of the little bastard."
A million wheels clanked hotly in her head all at once.
With a groan of irritation, the foreman pulled his big, bone-hard prick from between the clinging wet lips of her slit and began to pull on his pants.
"Just stay there, ma'am," he breathed. "I'll get rid of Bobby; then we'll-"
"I've got a better idea," she blurted shamelessly. "I'll hide in the closet, and you show him a dirty movie. I'd like to see how a sixteen-year-old boy reacts."
He was staring at her, open-mouthed. "You outta your mind! That little bastard will probably want to jack off. You wouldn't want to-"
"Watch? Oh, wouldn't I!"
The foreman blinked, blushed, and managed a half-grin. "There's maybe something else you ought to know. Bobby is ... uh ... kind of excitable at his age. You know how boys are. And I wouldn't want you to think he's a little faggot, or anything, but ... uh..."
She grinned. "Don't tell me you fuck that pretty little thing."
He blushed again. "Kind of developed into a mutual thing," he said softly. "Hell, there's nothing wrong with a little corn-hole job now and then. Let's face it, I learned to like a little ass-fucking in the Army!"
That settled it!
"Don't let me spoil the party," she crooned. "Invite him in ... and maybe I'll join you."
The good-looking foreman whistled under his breath. "Man, if your husband ever finds out that you screwed with me..."
"And you screwed with his office boy..."
"And you wanta screw around with both of us..."
"You worry too much. Let your little lover in."
She said it just in time. The office boy was already knocking lustily on the trailer door. She had only time to snatch up her clothes and disappear into the closet when the foreman unlocked the door.
From a crack in the closet door, she was able to see everything necessary. As it turned out, Bobby had brought out another set of blueprints, but she could tell by the way his youthful eyes gloated on the pile of dirty films that he had sex on his brain.
"Got a new one, Bill?" the office boy asked, his adolescent voice a cross between a boyish rasp and a manly husk.
"Uh ... you sure you want to-"
"Hell, yes. I'm hot as a firecracker. Say, is that Mrs. Carter's car out there?"
Bill Walker took only a second to dream up a good lie. "Yeah, she ran outta gas. Said she'd send somebody out for it."
"Hell, I was hoping she was here. You said you always had a yen to screw her. Boy, she looked sexy today. Made my prick get hard just looking at-"
"Yeah, well. . . uh ... you say you want to see a movie? I got one in the mail yesterday. One called, MAKING JENNY JUICE."
"Boy, that sounds like a winner."
While Bobby sprawled idly on the sofa, with a lump already beginning to show in his pants, the foreman threaded the new movie through the machine.
In the closet, Mary was having the time of her life. She had wondered how much fun it would be to play voyeur, and she knew she was about to find out! She couldn't see the movie screen from where she was, but that made it all the better. From this vantage point, she could concentrate on watching how two oversized males-one a mature man and the other a horny adolescent-manage to solve each other's problems!
The instant the movie began to grind, Bobby rolled his eyes in his head and grinned. As Mary watched, the lump in the office boy's pants grew bigger and longer, until it was pushing up against the strained buttons of his fly. To her greedy surprise, she realized that little Bobby had a man-sized cock down there.
Bill was sitting on the sofa beside him now, equally absorbed in the movie-or pretending to be-and his own mighty penis was coming alive all over again.
"Goddamn, man, I'm getting horny," Bobby groaned, rubbing the throbbing bulge in his pants. "How about you?"
Bill smiled. "like we used to say in the Army, kid, I'll try anything once."
"Wanta screw me in the butt, then?"
"My pleasure."
It wasn't exactly a prolonged seduction, but it was the kind of shortcut to joy that all males dream about. Without blinking an eye, Bobby threw off his clothes and freed the horsy young prick he was tired of hiding between his legs. The only hair on his body was a thick circle at the root of his cock, but his six-incher stuck out so stiffly that a dozen horseshoes could have been ringed along the length of it without making it droop a centimeter.
Mary watched through the crack of the closet door as Bill crawled back out of his clothes. At the sight of his monster cock she didn't know whether to pity the office boy or envy him.
An old hand at having his bunghole skewered by the husky rod of his older friend, Bobby piled on the sofa in a doggie position. He turned his trim, boyish buttocks up to the foreman and spread his legs wide. His anus looked like a dark, inviting little mouth as the foreman pushed the head of his immense peter right up to it.
"Fuck me good," the boy pleaded. "I can shoot my nuts off six feet if I'm hot enough."
As if by black magic, the pink bulb of the foreman's sizable cock disappeared into the lean ass-hole of the quivering youth. As the rest of the long prick inched slowly into the odd chasm, the boy groaned with pleasure and began slowly to jack his throbbing penis.
Mary watched, her cunt heating white-hot, as Bill Walker began to expertly fuck the yearning buttocks in front of him. Bill was turned so that she could see the muscles in the cheeks of his muscular ass bunch and slacken with each hefty thrust.
Once, while he was powerfully fucking the rosy rectum of the teen-aged boy, he looked over his shoulder toward the closet and winked.
Mary took it as her signal to literally come out of her closet.
With a deep-purring growl of female excitement, she pushed open the door and strode naked and aroused toward the sofa. Bobby was too busy loving his ass fucked to notice her at first, but when he did his eyes got as big as his butt-hole.
"Christ-almighty!" he whispered hoarsely.
Bill chuckled softly, and stopped his effortless pumping. But his cock was still buried to the balls in the steamy hotness of the office boy's cleft.
"You want a piece of real ass, fellah?" Bill asked, patting one of the lifted mounds of Bobby's butt.
The boy gulped. He didn't know whether to shit or get off the pot.
"Never mind what he wants," Mary said, grinning. "I know what I want."
It took a bit of doing-and no little amount of anatomical acrobatics-but within seconds she was on the bottom on the sofa. In that delightful position, Bobby was able to substitute her wanton pussy for his fist!
Never send a man to do a boy's job, she told herself as her husband's virile young office boy's prick plunged in and out of her clasping cunt. Her youthful fucker's passion was being spurred, of course, by the foreman's enormous cock. While Bobby was manfully screwing her, Bill was ruggedly screwing him!
Jenny wasn't the only one getting juiced!