Chapter 1
"Jerry, your cock's getting hard!"
"I know it is. It's bound to get hard when you run your tongue around the head of it like that!"
"Let's fuck."
"Kay, you know I've got to be over at Priestley's house by noon. Oh God, don't do that!"
She had run her tongue down the underside of his cock and was now taking his balls in her hot mouth, one at a time. As she sucked on his swollen testicles, she ran her fisted hand up and down the barrel of his prick and scraped her glorious tits back and forth across his legs.
She was hotter this Sunday morning than he had seen her in a long time. Then, as she moved the warmth of her mouth back up to envelop the head of his cock, he suddenly realized how he had been neglecting her. He tried to remember when they had last made love. Then it hit him; over three weeks ago.
My God, he thought, no wonder she's so horny. The hell with Priestley. If he was late for the meeting, he would just have to be late. Why in hell did the old man call a meeting on Sunday anyway? And why have it clear out in the country, at his place, instead of the office? It was at least an hour's drive out there.
Cora, Priestley's secretary, said it was a zoning problem with the Rolling Hills Land Development Project.
Well, the hell with the Rolling Hills Land Development Project. At least for right now. Gerald Thomas was going to fuck his wife.
He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her body around until the dark, curly triangle of her pussy was just above his face. He could feel his cock getting harder in her mouth the second his eyes drank in the beauty of her pink cuntlips.
"Yes, honey ... oh, yes," Kay moaned, momentarily lifting her mouth from his cock. "Eat my pussy a little. Suck my clit, darling, while I swallow your cock!"
"It's been too long, baby ... I'm sorry. I've just been so busy."
She chuckled. "Well, get busy on my cunt and all is forgiven!"
She dropped her mouth back over his prick and gurgled as he jolted the lovely prong deep into her throat. She felt his tongue take a swipe between her legs and then pry the lips apart to get at her clitoris.
She brought her knees up and spread them so that her cuntlips would open invitingly for his pleasure-giving tongue. She groaned with joy around his cock as she felt his tongue seek and find her juicy hole. Then he was there and she lowered her cunt hard over the tongue's probing thickness.
Oh, honey, her mind screamed, suck me, please suck me! And then fuck me. It's been too long since I've had this beautiful big dick searing the insides of my mouth and belly. Suck me and fuck me, Jerry, so I don't have to go out again and find someone else!
They had gotten married when Kay was twenty-one, and the first four years had been ecstatic. They were happy and their sex life had been good. Kay had enjoyed sex with a regular frequency all through college with several men, none of which she had become very attached to. Then she had met Jerry. The first time they had made love, she knew he was the one.
But then, in the fifth year of their marriage, Jerry had changed jobs; more money, more responsibility, and more field trips out of town. Their sex life fell away to almost nothing. This was something Kay just couldn't stand; she was a healthy woman with healthy desires.
She had never even entertained the thought of stepping out on her husband, but one night during one of his absences, Phil Butler had stopped by. Phil had been Jerry's old boss, and he wanted to talk to Jerry about coming back to work for him.
Kay was lonely and, even though she wouldn't admit it to herself, she was horny. Phil was only a few years older than Jerry, and a very attractive man. She invited him to join her in a drink. One led to three or four, and the next thing she knew she was in his arms, kissing him and wildly sucking on the tongue he was ramming down her throat.
"Do you know what you're doing, Kay?" Phil had said.
"No ... not really," she panted in reply, rubbing her huge breasts back and forth across his chest. "But I do know I can't stop."
Phil couldn't stop either. His cock was like a tent pole in his pants. He had a rule of thumb: Never turn down an invitation to fuck from a beautiful woman. You might be turning down the best piece of ass in your life.
Key knew, in the back of her mind, that she should call a halt, move away from him. But her body cried out for loving and her pussy dripped with the need to be filled, filled with hard dick. His lips were so hot on hers and his hands were so demanding on her breasts that she was hardly aware of what she was doing.
Again he asked, "Are you sure?"
"Yes," Kay moaned, thinking that what she was doing wasn't all her fault; it was Jerry's fault. "Yes, dammit, I'm sure."
One hand moved to the back of her dress and slithered the zipper down far enough for him to get his hand inside. She felt his fingers move along the straps of her bra until they found the catch.
Kay shoved her lips even harder against his. She closed her eyes, not wanting to stop him or push him away, but knowing that she should.
Her breasts, heavy with desire, swelled against the bra as he fumbled with the clasp. Then the bra was undone. His other hand slid up the side of her hip under the dress. He took the garment with him clear up to her breasts. The hand went under the loose bra to cup the soft underside of one globe.
"God, your tits are huge ... and firm, Kay."
"They hurt in the bra. They're swollen up."
"Why?"
"Because they haven't been played with enough lately," she replied wantonly. "Because I'm not getting fucked enough."
Her tongue lashed against his as the hand slid well up under the bra to grab all of her breast. She groaned into his mouth as she felt the soft, pliable flesh of her tit overflow his kneading hand.
He felt, as well as heard, her take a deep breath as his hand massaged across the nipple that was getting so hard in his palm.
"Play with it ... play with the nipple. It does things to my pussy!"
He used a thumb and forefinger to massage the stiffening bud. He pulled it, rolled it, and twisted it until she was breathing even deeper, writhing and thrusting her big tit toward him.
When at last he removed his lips from hers, Kay was panting with open desire and her face was flushed deep red.
"Take my clothes off," she gasped. "Make me naked and fuck me, Phil!"
He drew her down until she was lying full length on the sofa. Then, very carefully, he pulled the dress and bra down from her shoulders, making her naked to the waist.
"Jesus, you're beautiful. I've never seen tits like yours!"
Kay watched his head lower as if she were spellbound by his every movement. "Suck them, Phil. Suck 'em as if you could get milk out of them!"
He took first one and then the second lush nipple into his eager mouth and sucked. At the same time, he slid a hand down over the flat, smooth flesh of her belly until his fingertips were under the elastic waistband of her panties.
She writhed and almost came as she felt his wet mouth on her tits. She jammed his hand downward until his fingers curled through her cunt fur. The fingers curled under and dipped into the honey of her cunt-lips. Kay quickly crossed her legs to trap his hand and immediately started humping against the palm with her clitoris.
Phil continued to suck hungrily at her luscious tits as he slid her panties down far enough to grab her ass cheeks. He cupped the inner sides of them in his hand and drove a finger between them in search of her asshole.
Kay put her own hands to work as she moaned. "Your cock, I want to see your cock!" She fumbled at the front of his pants until the zipper came down. Then she drove her hand inside and gripped the rigid thickness of his meat.
Phil gave a gasp of pleasure when he felt her fingers grip the upright shaft of his throbbing prick. "Oh Jesus, don't squeeze it too hard. I'll shoot right in my fucking pants!"
"Then get my clothes off so we can fuck," she said.
He quickly jerked her dress and panties down to her ankles where she could kick them free. Then, still kneeling by the sofa, he unfastened his belt and pushed his own clothes to his knees.
"Beautiful," Kay gasped as his fiercely-erected cock reared into freedom.
Again her hands grasped him. She used his cock like a handle to pull him up onto the sofa and between her widely splayed legs. He maneuvered himself on his knees between her legs as she slid them even wider apart to make room for him.
It was obvious to both of them that Kay wanted a cock; she wanted sex, and she wanted it now.
"Honey," he gasped, "you are burning up."
"I know it. Oh Christ, don't you think I know it? Fuck me, Phil! Shove your dick up there and put out this fire in my belly!"
She guided his prick, working it all the time, toward the clasping, wet lips of her pussy.
Her beautiful face contorted as she breathed heavily. She was dragging his thick prick closer and closer to her waiting cunt. Then it touched her pubic hair. She had to shift her position a little to get just the right angle for the kind of long, instant penetration she wanted.
"Oh shit ... you're there," she cried, as the bulbous cockhead raked up and down between her-dripping cuntal lips. "Shove! Shove it all the way into me at once!"
Phil fell forward. She continued to grasp his prick until every inch of his gloriously hard prick had severed her hole.
"Yes! Oh Jesus, yes! Now, fuck, fuck ... fuck meeee!" she cried as she embraced him.
"Oh shit, what a fuck!" Phil cried, as his balls worked their way between the cheeks of her ass with each driving, hard lunge of his hips. Her cunt was tight, tight enough to roll the foreskin back from the head of his prick. And he loved it.
"Jerry, oh my darling, yes, yessss. You're so big and hard. Fuck me, Jerry ... FUCK MEEEEE!"
"It ain't Jerry, baby. It's Phil. It's old Phil's cock you got reaming your sweet pussy. Am I making you feel good, Kay baby?"
Her eyes flickered open. She stared hard into his face as if to prove to herself that this man wasn't her husband on top of her, pumping a beautiful, hard hunk of male meat up her cock-hungry pussy.
She had been carried away by the desire for satisfaction, coupled with guilt feelings about giving her pussy to anyone other than Jerry.
She looked up into Phil's handsome, smiling face and suddenly didn't care whose cock she had in the hungry hole between her legs; any cock would do if it put out the horrible fires that seemed to burn constantly.
Phil had poured his meat deep into her cunt and then stopped moving. Now he just lay against her, his prick soaking in the sticky, hot juices of her pussy.
He leaned close to her and repeated his question: "Does my cock feel good inside you, honey?"
"Ohhhh, yes ... yessss, Phil," she gasped. "Wonderful! Your cock feels wonderful! It makes my pussy burn and I can feel it clear up to my tits!"
"Doesn't Jerry ever give you any any more?"
"Never mind," Kay said. "That's none of your business. You've got my pussy now and I've got your cock."
"You better believe it!"
"Then fuck me! Make me come!"
Phil drew back with his hips and began fucking into the syrupy mush of her cunt in long, bone-jarring thrusts.
"Yes, ohhhh, ohhhh yessss! Like that. Fuck me hard like that, Phil! It feels so damn, fucking good!"
She was gasping as she worked her body against his. Her tits jiggled up to meet his chest. Her arms and legs wound around him, urging his body and his cock to fuck her harder, faster. She wanted more and more movement of his fine, hard length of cock inside her.
The harder he pounded her and the higher he lifted his body before plunging into her, the more her sobbing and breathing lost control. The jerking, writhing reactions of her body also became more erratic as her mind floated from her body, leaving it to the joys of sexual union with his cock.
"Oh yeah, baby, like that. Fuck me back! Pound your bone against mine!"
Kay returned his thrusts with an erratic, upward writhing of her belly and hips, as if she could suck his balls as well as his cock into her juicing cunt. She ran her hands down to his rearing ass-cheeks and pulled them apart, hard, as she gripped him.
"More, more ... give me more! Give me all of it!" she screamed.
Phil saw the way her face contorted with desire and knew that it had been a long time since Jerry had poured his meat into her.
What a damn fool Jerry was, Phil thought, to put business before this kind of pleasure! Kay was one hell of a fuck, and she needed a fucking. Well, if Jerry couldn't take care of her, he sure as hell would. Phil had often mentioned to his own wife, Sue, that Jerry might be neglecting his bedroom duties. Now he was sure of it, and he was more than willing to fill the void.
Absently, as he fucked his cock in and out of the dark-haired beauty's willing pussy, he wondered if he could talk Kay into a threesome with him and his wife. Sue would love to suck Kay's tits and drive her tongue into such a hot cunt.
He cursed himself for not bringing it up when Jerry was still working for him.
Phil watched Kay's beautiful face contorting and tensing as her climax came closer and closer. Suddenly she dug her nails savagely into his ass-cheeks and wrenched her pussy wildly up over his driving prick.
He tried to hold back his own come, but he couldn't. Her pussy was too warm and juicy and her lunges were tearing the cum from his balls.
"Easy, baby, easy!"
"It's all right," Kay growled. "Come in me, Phil! Shoot me full ... I'm coming, too ... good, ohhhh, sooooo good!"
And the come was good. It was wonderful for both of them. Together they reached a peak of ecstasy. A smoldering, creamy wetness coursed through her cunt as her pussy sucked the jism from his cock.
She screamed out her joy as she felt her own orgasm vibrate from her pussy to her tits. She raked his ass with her nails, bit his neck with her teeth, and squeezed his cock with her pussy muscles until every drop of his juice was heating her insides.
Gradually, their movements subsided until she lay panting under him. "Beautiful," she moaned. "Beautiful fuck ... beautiful come."
"And it ain't gonna be the last one either, baby."
But it was. Phil had called her several times after that first fuck. He even came around to the house again once, when he was sure that Jerry was out of town. But guilt had set in quickly once Kay's initial lust had been satisfied for a while. She wouldn't fuck him again and, eventually, she wouldn't even answer his calls.
But in the last month before this Sunday morning, Kay had begun to think again on Phil's cock and what it could do for her pussy. That was why she was practically raping her husband, even though he had a command appearance at the Priestley's. She needed cock, any cock, but she wanted her own husband's.
"Ohhhh, don't suck too hard, baby. I'll blow the back of your head right off!"
"Oh, Jerry," she moaned, licking and slobbering up and down the fleshy staff of his prick. "I love to suck you, I love to fuck you, I love you!"
"I love you, too, honey, I really do. How do you want to come? In your pussy, sixty-nine style, or do you want me to fuck you? We haven't got much time, I just have to get going."
Shit, she thought, there it is again. But some was better than none. "Fuck me ... pour your dick into my pussy and make me come, lover!"
"Roll around!"
She did, and then he was above her, his fingers digging into her pussy until they were soaked with juice. Then he stroked his cock with them until the rigid tool glistened with her cuntal fluid. Back and forth he glided his fingers, with the cockhead bobbing above her breasts.
"What are you going to do?"
"Rub your pussy juice all over your tits so I can suck them and taste you while I fuck you."
God, she thought, when he was up he was good. If he were just up and horny more often!
Jerry rubbed his prick back and forth over her tits. His hips wiggled in circles as he kept on grinding and sliding his cock over and around her tits until he had transferred most of the honeyed juices from his cock to her tits.
The faster he worked his cock over her tits, the greater became their mutual need. Her pussy was juicing like a river. A puddle was forming on the sheet beneath her ass. Jerry could feel the throbbing itchiness in his balls that always told him he was close to a come.
"Now, honey, hurry," Kay moaned. "Fuck me ... please, fuck me!"
Jerry slid down her body and moved his hips between her splayed legs. They quivered around him until her heels were tight against his ass-cheeks. Then he moved his hands around to cup the cheeks of her rump. He squeezed her buttocks and moved his fingers into the crease between them.
At the same time, the head of his cock was bobbing against the mushy lips of her pussy. It was already dripping cum. He needed it then as bad as she did. He wanted to ram it sharply home in her cunt and feel his body brought up short by her pelvic bone. He wanted to fuck her until every drop of his hot sperm had spilled into her from his aching nuts.
Kay could feel how urgently he needed her now, and it made her happy.
Before he entered her, he jabbed four fingers of his right hand up her cunt. "Ohhhh, shit ... yes!" Kay cried, "put your cock in, too! Leave your fist up there and fuck me with your cock at the same time!"
He lifted and gripped her ass-cheeks with his left hand and rammed forward with his hips. His cock entered her, to the hilt, in one long, smooth stroke.
"Okay ... not too much?"
"No, no, baby ... it's good. But you can take your hand out now," she moaned. "It's too hard to fuck fast and hard this way."
He removed his sticky fingers from her cunt and started banging in and out of her with his pulsing cock. As Kay reacted to his sharp, stabbing movements, her whole body and head kept twisting from side to side beneath him. He fucked her harder with every lunge, grinding his cock inside her mound, stabbing the mouth of her womb with each new thrust. His flaming prick kept pushing ever deeper up her as he felt the cum boiling in his balls.
As his prick fucked her, Kay felt the intense heat of her own passion begin in her fevered vaginal tract. Soon, she was sure, the juices of her love and lust would bathe his balls where they slapped against the crack of her ass.
"I'm there! I'm coming, baby, I'm shootin' like hell!"
"No," she groaned, "No, not yet...."
But he couldn't stop it. His hips rocked with an earthquake of violent passion as he felt the hot lava of his cum erupt into her belly.
Kay was stunned when she unexpectedly felt the gush of hot cum shoot into her clasping, still-hungry pussy. It was too soon. She was so near, almost at her peak. The explosion of climax and the ensuing depletion of his hard-on brought tears to her eyes.
Jerry felt her cunt jerk towards him, the lips working and sucking at his spurting cock. Then, after a long moment, he rolled off her, breathing deeply in an effort to fill his lungs with air.
"No! No!" she cried, spreading her legs wider and raising her cunt into the air in search of something to fill it. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she pleaded hoarsely, as she drew back her legs even farther, pulling apart the fleshy wet lips of her cunt and presenting him with a perfect view of her throbbing cuntal passage, oozing his shining sperm. "More, you bastard, I want more cock in me!" she shrieked at him in her violent frenzy.
"Honey, I can't," he said, rolling from the bed. "Fuck me again, dammit! Fuck me or eat me ... do something!"
But Jerry was already heading for the bathroom and the shower. "I can't, baby. You know how old man Priestley is when I'm late."
"Fuck him! Jerry ... please ... please," Kay sobbed.
The young wife felt as if she were going mad. In desperation she shoved two fingers into her throbbing pussy and began, finger-fucking the hungry pink folds of her cunt. It wasn't what she wanted, but it was better than nothing. She was glad to have something to fill the void of her starving cunt.
The rational part of her mind cursed Jerry and his ambition. I'll have a cock ... I'll come, she thought. Before this fucking day is out, I'll come!