Chapter 3
When Harry's boss, Sam Broderick, called to invite them to a cocktail party, Jennifer accepted without much enthusiasm. Sam and his wife Myrna were pleasant enough, but she expected just another company party. Everyone on his best behaviour and playing up to the boss.
Jennifer was pleasantly surprised when they arrived to find a crowd of people from inside and outside the company. Everyone was drinking and dancing, and generally having a good time. Jennifer got right into the swing of things.
"Don't drink too much, honey," Harry said. "You know you can't handle it."
She told him not to worry, and began mingling. Before she knew it Sam Broderick was at her side.
"You're looking as pretty as ever, my dear," he murmured in her ear, one hand around her waist.
Sam was a man of about forty. He'd been flirting with her for years, but she'd never taken him seriously. Now for the first time she took a good look at him.
He was a good-looking guy. Salt and pepper hair, nice eyes, trim body. He kept himself in good shape. Right now he had one arm resting on her shoulder, his hand dangling over her right tit. He'd had a few drinks too many, and he openly flirted with her.
"I've wanted to get in your pants for years," he hissed.
"You're high," she giggled.
"So I'm high," he chuckled. "I'd still like to get in your pants."
"Sam," she said, "your wife's right across the room!"
"So, who's inviting her?"
Jennifer's mind was racing. Why not? she thought. Sam looked like he'd be a good cocksman. He pressed up against her now, shoving his cock against her thigh. It felt good and big.
"I'm all ready for you, baby," he murmured. "Just say the word and I'll meet you upstairs in fifteen minutes."
He brushed his lips against her ear and nuzzled her neck. She glanced at Myrna Broderick. "What about your wife? Won't she notice we're gone?"
"Myrna? Shit, Myrna's a good sport. She wants me to enjoy myself. How about it, honey. Upstairs in the guestroom in fifteen minutes. You've got one life to live, huh? Is it a date?"
"It's a date!" she hissed, heart pounding and blood racing.
Sam walked away and played host while Jennifer had another martini, practically drinking it in one swallow. She was a nervous wreck. Fucking a teenage boy was one thing, but fucking Harry's boss during a party in his home was another. Jesus, what a slut she'd become!
Fifteen minutes later Jennifer crept quietly up the stairs, and walked swiftly down the hall to the guestroom. She hesitated, then took a deep breath and opened the door.
Before she had time to think Sam had his arms around her and their lips were fused in a hot wet kiss. Shivering with excitement, she kissed him back, pressing herself against him. He ran his hands over her ass and hissed in her ear.
"Baby, you feel so good!"
"Oh, God, Sam," she moaned. "What if someone comes in here?"
"You worry too much," he said. "No one's coming up. Oh, baby, do I have a present for you! Here, feel it! Feel my cock! Shit, see what you do to me?"
She put her hand on his crotch, running her fingers over the big bulge. His cock was stiff and throbbing, and she could feel the heat of it right through the material of his pants.
She was still nervous about what they were doing, but she told herself if he wasn't afraid of being caught, why should she be. If someone saw them leave the room together, they'd just pretend he was showing her something pertaining to business. Anyway, she would worry about it later. She was getting turned-on, and her pussy was taking all her attention.
Sam was pulling her dress up and pushing his hand between her legs. He rubbed his fingers over her cunt mound, already wet through her pantyhose.
"Shit!" he hissed. "Whoever invented pantyhose, should be shot. It was either an old maid or a fairy. A guy can't even get at a cunt through these damn things."
Jennifer giggled. "Life's tough," she smiled.
The brunette pulled his zipper down and put her hand inside his fly, looking for his cock. When she found it she had a hard time getting it out. It was not only stiff, it was huge.
Her pussy creamed and spasmed when she felt his cockhead in her hand. It was hot and oozed cockjuice. She jerked his cockskin up and down a few times, smearing the cockjuice over his cylinder of flesh.
He grunted and took his hand away from her cunt, guiding her over to the bed. "Sit down and suck my cock, honey," he hissed. "Get those gorgeous lips around my all-day sucker."
He sat down on the edge of the bed and she stood in front of him, his cock swaying in the air. She crouched down on the rug between his legs and moved her mouth up to his cock. Sniffing his male-smell, she began slowly licking her tongue over his cockshaft and balls, and back to his cockhead. When he was wetted down, she engulfed his entire prick, gluttonously sucking the whole fuck-chute into her mouth.
"Oh, fuck, that's good!" he grunted, humping his cock up at her mouth.
She bobbed her head back and forth over his cockshaft, feeling alive for the first time in weeks. She loved sucking cock. It was almost as good as getting fucked. Sometimes even better. If only she had a husband who appreciated it.
"Oooooo, yeahhhhhhh!" he groaned. "Great head, honey! Great head!"
He held her by the ears and began fucking her face, plunging his fuckpole in and out of her grasping lips. She remained still now, her eyes glittering and her attention focused on the hot salami stuffing her mouth.
"I don't wanna come," he grunted, pulling his prick out of her mouth. "I wanna fuck you."
Jennifer hated to release his cock from her mouth, but she didn't argue. She wanted to get fucked, and they couldn't stay up here all day.
"Get on your hands and knees!" he hissed.
Knees trembling, she did as he asked. She realized he was going to fuck her from the rear and she wanted it. It was wonderful to be taken from behind like a bitch in heat. She was a bitch in heat, so why not fuck like one?
She rested on her elbows and knees, her dress bunched up around her waist and her ass stuck out in the air. She spread her legs wide and waited for Sam to make the next move.
He moved in behind her and pulled her pantyhose down, stripping them all the way off her feet. He ran his hand over her hairy wet cuntlips, grunting at the feel of her turned-on pussy-meat. Her pussy had been gushing cunt-juice for hours, and her cuntlips were swollen and puffy, aching to be reamed out by cock.
He stuffed two fingers up her cunthole and pistoned them in and out for a few minutes. She wagged her ass back at his finger, moaning at the lovely feel of his fingers in her cunt.
She purred when she felt his cockhead push between her cuntlips. His bloated cockhead parted her hairy outer lips, and then he lurched forward to drill the entire length of his prick into her hungry cunt-channel.
"Dynamite!" he growled.
"Oh, God, fuck me!" she wailed. "Sam, fuck me!"
He began slowly stroking his prick in and out of her clutching cunt. She rested her head on her arms, fucking back at his rampant prick. His cock rasped against her clit, and the brunette mewled with delight.
She gyrated her hips and wiggled her ass as he fucked in and out of her cunt. Each time he stuffed her cunt with his cock, she could feel his hairy balls slapping against her thighs.
He grunted like an animal as his hands fondled and squeezed her asscheeks. She squealed when she felt his fingers moving into her asscrack. He rubbed some cunt juice over her asshole and a moment later pushed a finger inside. Jennifer gasped at the wonderful sensations of having her asshole and cunthole plugged simultaneously.
"Shit, I'd like to fuck that sweet little asshole!"
"Oh, God, I don't know!" she hissed.
"Don't go away!" he grunted, pulling his cock out of her cunt and going into the bathroom. When he returned, he had a jar of vaseline in his hand. "Gotta grease up the little shitter," he snickered. "Don't want to hurt you, Jennie, but I just can't resist that cute little bung."
"Oh, Jesus!" she groaned, closing her eyes and burying her face in the mattress. "Oh, Jesus, Sam, be careful!"
He greased up her asshole, drilling a finger in and out to soften up the little bung. She shivered with fear and excitement. She wanted his fuckpole up her asshole. She'd only had her ass fucked once or twice, and she'd found it incredibly exciting.
"Relax, and remember to push out," he grunted, his hot cockhead rubbing up and down the crack of her ass.
A moment later she felt his cockhead pressing against the puckered ring of her shitter. She tried to relax her shit-hole, groaning as she pictured his mushroom-shaped knob forcing its way into her tight little grommet.
How crazy it was to be here in Sam Broderick's home, with a party going on downstairs, being fucked in the ass by the host! She'd never done anything this wild before in her life. She had to admit that the fact that they might be found out made it all the more exciting.
She gasped when the tip of his oozing cockhead slowly squeezed inside the oiled-up ring of muscle, and then suddenly the whole plum popped in her shit-chute.
"Oh, my God!" she cried.
"Take it easy, baby," he murmured. "Oh, yeah, that's good!"
His cock drove relentlessly into her crapper. He lunged forward and pushed the entire length of his prick into her shitter until his hairy balls tickled her cuntlips. A muffled wail came out of her throat as she realized his entire fuckpole was inside her tiny shit-tube.
"Play with your cunt, baby," he grunted. "Frig your clit while I fuck your ass."
She moved a hand down to her cunt and began rubbing her clit. The sensations produced by her fingers and his cock were overwhelming. She whispered for him to fuck her harder if he wanted to, as she rubbed her cunt-meat in a frenzy.
He pumped his meat slowly in and out of her shitter, pistoning with a steady rhythm in and out of her greased up asshole. She came, exploding in a mind-blowing orgasm. She shook and quaked and spasmed in a climax more intense than anything she'd ever experienced.
When she stopped spasming, she realized he was fucking her ass with the same force he'd fucked her cunt, and she moaned at the incredible pleasure of it.
Groaning constantly now, Sam slammed his prick in and out of her convulsing shit-tube. Just when Jennifer began climaxing again, he growled and blasted a load of hot jism inside her brownie.
Ten minutes later Jennifer was downstairs, a martini in her hand and her eyes glittering. Her heart skipped a beat when Myrna Broderick sat next to her on a loveseat and began chattering away.
"We must get together more often," she said. "I've told Sam how much I like you."
Jennifer looked at the redhead, wondering if she suspected anything, but the older woman looked totally innocent.
"You're so lovely, my dear," Myrna said. "And Harry travels so much. You must spend more time with us when he's on the road. It's got to be very lonesome for you to have a husband who travels in his work."
"You're very kind," Jennifer said.
"I'll call you soon, dear," she chirped, getting up and moving on to talk with other guests. Jennifer relaxed, relieved to be left alone for a moment. She blushed when she realized she was just talking to a woman whose husband had just fucked her in the ass! God, how crazy it was!
Sam was talking with some people near by and she caught his eye. He winked at her, licking his lips lasciviously. Blushing, she turned away and prayed that Harry would want to leave soon. For her the party was over!
As if reading her mind, Harry suddenly appeared and suggested they leave. "I've got a big day tomorrow, honey," he apologized.
She sat close to him on the ride home. She felt a little guilty despite her resolve not to, and she put her arm around him and nibbled at his ear.
The minute they walked into the house Harry had his hands all over her. Wouldn't you know it, she thought. What shit timing. I just get my ass fucked, and he's suddenly hot to trot!
It was typical of Harry. When she felt absolutely no urge to fuck, he was feeling mellow. She killed some time in the kitchen, hoping the mood would pass, but no such luck. When she finally walked into the bedroom he was waiting for her with open arms.
She insisted on showering. She didn't want him fucking her just hours after Sam's cock had reamed her cunt. When she finally got into bed, it was all over in a matter of minutes.
He got between her legs, stuffed his prick into her pussy, lunged in and out two or three times and climaxed. One, two, three and he shot off. She thrashed around, crying out and moaning, to give the impression she'd come too. Then after he'd fallen asleep, she cleaned up and fell asleep too.
Sam called three days later. He told her he'd made a reservation at a motel on the other side of town and would pick her up at three o'clock.
Once inside the room, he pushed her onto the bed and began tearing her clothes off. Sam was not a man to affect pleasantries. He pulled her panties down to her ankles and pushed her skirt up to her waist. Then he climbed on top of her and shoved his prick inside her cunt.
He grabbed her asscheeks with both hands and brought her body up to meet his thrusts. He fucked her slowly and steadily, making sure her clit got plenty of stimulation.
He kissed her long and hard, sticking his tongue into her mouth and running it over her teeth and gums and lips. He licked his way down to her tits, kissing and licking the heaving jugs.
Before long he was pounding her cunt in a fury and they both reached orgasm at the same moment. Crying out now without inhibition, Jennifer wailed and pounded him on the back, while Sam grunted in a frenzy of lust.
Afterward they rested, sharing a cigarette and chatting like two close friends.
"I wouldn't want to hurt Harry," she said.
"How do you know Harry isn't getting a taste on the side?" he said. "He's on the road a lot. Men are different away from home, you know."
"Not Harry!"
"You'd be surprised."
"What about Myrna?"
"What about her?"
"Aren't you afraid she'll find out about us?"
"Shit, no, honey, Myrna and I have an arrangement. She goes her way and I go mine. We meet in-between."
"Jesus!"
"My old lady even likes pussy. Have you ever made it with another chick?"
"Of course not!" she hissed. "I'm no lesbian!"
"Myrna's not either. She just likes to taste it all." '
He chuckled, but Jennifer felt uncomfortable, remembered how the older woman had talked at the party. Then Sam ran his fingers into the folds of her cunt, and whispered that they had time for another fuck.
She moved her head down to his crotch and sucked his prick into her mouth. She got him hard in no time, and in a minute he was drilling his fuckpole in and out of her gash.
"Sweet, sweet, pussy!" he hissed. "Sweet snatch!"