Chapter 8
Mrs. Emily Miller was the epitome of a wealthy socialite. She was forty-two but looked younger. She was involved in various charitable enterprises in the town of North Adams. Her carriage was one that exuded dignity. But like her daughter, Betty, Emily Miller had a sexual hang-up.
She loved young cock. Her husband, with his provincial prudish attitude, was unable to satisfy her sexual needs. Being fucked by her husband was a ritual. He would climb on top of her without any foreplay, then pump his hips in coital thrusts until he came. Thank her for her limited participation! Roll over and go to sleep!
This left Emily unfulfilled. She maintained the charade of a dutiful wife. She conducted herself with the socially accepted practices expected of her. But once a week, under a pretext of attending a literary tea, she went to Boston. Emily would stay overnight. She would pick up a younger man and return to her hotel room. There, the two would ball. Enough to last her for the following week.
In spite of her age, Mrs. Miller cut a very exciting figure. She managed to keep her weight down. Her tits were still firm and enticing. Her breasts were large hemispheres like large cantaloupes. They were spaced closed together with a deep cleft between them. With a dress on, Mrs. Miller's tits had the appearance of a pigeon's chest. A large puffed out swell!
Emily tried to exercise as much care in these excursions. If she ran into someone in Boston, she had a good excuse. She avoided, if she could, accompanying her pick-ups. They were given her room number and followed after she left.
On Fridays, Emily would leave for Boston. Stay overnight and return Saturday.
Arriving in Boston, Emily checked into a moderate hotel. A better hotel might result in meeting someone she wished to avoid. The bellman who brought her bag to the room was a youth of nineteen or twenty years. She gazed with longing at his crotch, debating whether to solicit him. He looked like the kind of stud who would be able to take care of her. Discretion made her change her mind.
After he left, Emily changed into her working clothes, a dress that accentuated every curve with a low cut revealing bodice. It was winter. Her fur coat would hide her provocative dress. She sprayed some expensive cologne on herself. She took a final check on her appearance in the mirror and went out to see what she could find.
Catching a cab, she drove to another part of Boston. Away from the hotel. Her precautions were constant. Each trip to Boston was a daring mission. For over a year, she had indulged in this pastime. Up until now, she escaped detection. She wanted it to remain that way.
She located a bar suitable for developing a tryst. Every time Emily went to Boston, the excitement mounted within her. Each time she prepared for a pick-up, the thrill became more intense. So intense was this intoxication that the crotch of her panties became damp. The stimulation from the anticipated affair made her come before she started.
Emily sat down in a booth, letting her eyes rove about the bar for a likely prospect. She was so engrossed that she was startled by the voice.
"Looking for anyone special? Or will I do?" the voice asked.
She looked up into the smiling face of a man about twenty-four or five. He had long black hair trimmed neatly in the current style. His eyes had a bemused look waiting for her reply. Emily gave him a sweeping studied look. Her eyes lingered on his crotch. He followed her gaze.
"Don't worry! It's there!" he said sitting down. "May I buy you a drink?" He signaled for a waiter without waiting for a reply. "What are you drinking?"
"Rum and Coke," she answered. She was getting strong vibes. She was already envisioning his strong eager cock pumping away in her cunt.
"I'm not worried about whether you have anything there," she continued the banter. "It's whether you know how to use it! It ain't what you do, it's the way you do it!"
He chuckled aloud. "I haven't had any complaints yet. By the way! My name is Richard. Call me Richard, Richie, but don't call me Dick or Dickie!"
She laughed. The conversation hinted at lewdness. She enjoyed that. It helped her lascivious feelings. The moisture between her thighs was increasing.
"Call me Madam X!" she replied. "I like to lend an air of mystery."
He nodded. "Okay!" The drinks arrived. He toasted her with a silent salute. Took a sip and continued. "Don't get me wrong. I'm not crude. Most women don't like uncouth individuals when it comes to sex. But is it going to be my place or yours?"
Emily tossed her head back and laughed. "You're certainly a man of few words. What makes you think I'm a pick-up?"
"You don't really want the details, do you?" he asked. "Let's just say you exude that impression! But you haven't answered my question. Your place or mine?"
"Mine!" she answered. "But I've never met anyone so bold. What would you have done if I had been offended by your remark?"
"Did you ever hear the joke about the guy who walks up to a girl and asks her if she wants to be fucked? She slaps his face and says, T bet you get your face slapped a lot!' And the guys answers, 'Yeh, and I also get laid a lot'. You didn't exactly slap my face when I propositioned you," he replied.
She gave him the name of the hotel and her room number. "Give me about twenty minutes when I leave. And don't disappoint me," she told him.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world!" he answered.
Emily wrapped her coat about her and hurried to get back to the hotel. She could feel her pulse racing. Her face was flushed. The cold afternoon air didn't bother her. Emily was warm, heated by the carnal fever burning inside of her. Richie was undressed, in her mind, his fleshy lance ready to strike her venereal target.
She hurried into the hotel, anxious to get to her room. By now, she expected him to be on his way to the hotel. Inside her room, she stripped off her clothing. Staring at her naked body in the mirror, Emily changed her mind. In her anxiety to get laid, she eliminated the exciting part. Being stripped by her lover! There would be some tender foreplay. This wasn't her husband coming to fuck her! This was a vibrant stud!
Emily strapped the bra back on. Added a pair of bikini panties. Slipped into a housecoat and called room service for a bottle of liquor and set-ups. Room service left five minutes before her lover arrived.
She ran to the door at the firm staccato knock. Before she challenged her caller, Emily knew it was Richie. At his response, she opened the door. He hurried inside and she closed the door, locking it.
Emily reached out and pulled him towards her. Their lips sealed in a tender kiss. She opened her mouth to dispatch her tongue into his. It collided gently against his waiting tongue. The two tongues entwined in a lingual embrace. Their mouths were welded together as they exchanged deep passionate kisses.
Her mouth grounded against his seeking to fill the hungry yearning she had. She pressed her pelvis into his crotch. Her pelvis squirmed in a tight sensuous undulation. The erogenous bulge was present. A low murmur of approval rumbled in her throat.
Richie was just as busy. One hand was clasped about her waist, above the croup. His other hand was occupied with the exploration of a tit. He. cupped the large melon-shaped tit and fondled it. They remained embraced in this pose for several minutes, their bodies swaying.
She guided him back toward the bed, their mouths still welded together. Her hand slid to the zipper on his fly. Emily inserted her hand past the gap in his pants. Her fingers closed over his hard-on. A tremor swept through her. The contact of young cocks always sent a voluptuous chill chasing up and down her spine. In seconds, his cock was freed from its confining space.
Her fingers examined the full hardness of his large prick. He pulled his lips away from her mouth.
"For crying out loud! Let me take my coat and clothes off!" he exclaimed. "I know you have hot pants, but let's get comfortable!"
She released her hold on him. Richie stood up and took off his clothes. Emily remained on the bed, studying his young virile body. The large stiff prick that protruded from between his thighs! How beautiful it was! Soon it would be inside of her!
Nude, Richie returned to the bed and they resumed the deep kissing. He slipped one hand between her thighs and began to massage her cunt with slow tantalizing strokes. Her hand returned to his vibrant cock. She gripped it and an ecstatic shiver made her body tremble in salacious expectation. She wished this moment could last forever.
Richie moved between her thighs ready to put his cock into play. Emily splayed her thighs as he guided his rampant rod into her eager snatch. A gasp of ecstatic bliss escaped her lips. "Harm!" The insertion of his prick created sensuous rumblings in her cunt. She felt that delicious cock filling up the inside of her vagina.
His cock was warm, soothing, comfortable, exciting! He pumped his prong in and out in leisured strokes. The pressure of his fleshy piston rubbing in her housing box was a comfortable friction. The sensation sent tickling tentacles spreading over her body.
"Take your time, Richie!" she whispered hoarsely. "I haven't had a lovely cock like yours in me for a long time. I want to enjoy every wonderful minute it's in me."
He bowed his head and their lips met. A violent outburst of passion enveloped her. Her head shifted from side to side as she twisted her mouth against his lips. Both of them emitted sensual moans of delight as their tongues tangoed in an erotic lingual dance.
Emily brought her thighs together, locking them with her ankles on top of his hips. It brought his spike deeper into her hot snatch. He reached behind him and unfastened her hold. Without removing his cock, Richie shifted one leg of hers at a time. With the change of position, Emily was almost bent in two. Her legs rested along his chest and on his shoulders. A squeal of pleasurable delight escaped her lips. She had never fucked in this position.
The change Richie made afforded a deeper penetration of her anxious cunt. His hips began a gradual rocking motion. His slow pistoning prong elated her, sending her into a state of voluptuous ecstasy. Her low moans kept beat to the tempo of his thrusting prick.
"Ohherrr, Ohherrr!" Her repeated moans were anguished expressions of erotic exhilaration.
Her head rocked from side to side as the carnal fever increased her libidinous delirium. She felt the delicious sensuality of his cock as it rubbed with increased vigor against the muscles of her aroused pussy. A warm glow was growing in her snatch. Any minute, she expected it to burst into a flaming climax.
Her thigh fitted into the crotch of his elbow. Both of his hands were free to squeeze her tits or fondle her ass. Richie squeezed a tit with one hand and caressed a buttock with another.
"Ahhrrr!" The sound was a prolonged groan of rapture. It came from the bowels of her cunt and rumbled in her throat. Between the ascending and descending cock in her twat and his tantalizing hands, Emily's sexual system was overloaded. Any moment, her fuse box would explode.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she urged him. Her voice was a hoarse urgent whisper. The bed began to squeak as Richie increased the rhythm of his penile strokes.
"Oh, that's good! What a delicious cock. It feels so good inside of me. Keep fucking! Harder!" she urged.
Emily's hands reached out and clutched a handful of sheet. Her clenched fists held the sheets tightly.
She tried to meet his thrusts with her own. The position she was in made pelvic motions limited. His heavy balls kept a gentle beat on her buttocks as they swung to and fro. Emily tried to grind her cunt against his cock by writhing her hips.
"Mmmhmmm! Mmmmhmmm!" she murmured in continued rapture.
Richie's breathing was heavy and exerted. "Hunnrrr! Hunnrrr!" he grunted as he plowed faster into her cunt.
Her eyes were shut tight in sensual appreciation. She sucked in her lower lip. As though biting on it would intensify the erotic churning that shook her body.
Emily continued to rock her head from side to side. Her ecstatic groans and sighs matched the cadence of Richie's pumping cock. He had brought new dimensions to her lascivious desires. This was a damn good fucking!
"Now, now, now!" she exclaimed, her voice urgent. "Oh, Oh! I'm coming, I'm coming! Fuck me, faster, faster, darling! I want you to come at the same time," she exhorted him. "I want to ... Oh, oh! YAHHRRGRRrrr!"
Her last vocal outburst was a shout of tortured delight that died in a gradual throaty gurgle. At that moment, his voice announced the onset of his orgasm.
Emily felt the paroxysm of his pulsating tube filling her twat with his orgasmic potion. Her sensitive snatch felt the erotic throbbing contractions of his climax. Her cunt was filled with her own copious flow of come. Richie made a final coital plunge. She shivered in carnal delight as the heavy ejaculation spurted into her quim.
His prick was buried deep inside her body. His arms had her legs in a tight grip. He bowed his head against her stomach. Richie was in a state of sexual collapse, spent from the exertion!
Emily's body made a slow adjustment back to normalcy. Every nerve within her tingled. The sexual stimulation had brought her to a fever pitch.
The erotic excitement sensuality. She was returning to the plateau from where she had started her ascent.
When she recovered, she tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey! Remember me?" she asked. "That was some fuck! Let go of my legs so I can straight out!"
His soft prick slipped out of her hole. He released his hold on her and she moved her legs.
"You know what we need now to cool off?" she asked.
He nodded. "Yeh! A good stiff drink! I see you anticipated our needs. Do you ant a drink also?"
She shook her head. "The liquor is for you. No! After you finish your drink, how would you like to take a shower with me? I'll show you a few things."
He gave her a surprised look as he poured a drink. "I'll bet you will! Okay, I'm game! What the hell! It should be interesting taking a shower with you."
Emily bounced off the bed. "Come on!"
She hurried to the bathroom. Her cunt started to sweat at the exciting prospect. Emily had performed this erotic act with others before. It never failed to bring on the desired results.
A shivering ripple slithered along her spine. It bounced up to her skull and shot back to her anxious quim. A gentle voluptuous vibration enveloped the walls of her cunt.
Emily reached out and adjusted the water temperature. She got into the tub and invited him in. Closing the shower sheet, she turned on the shower. The spray of tepid water struck Emily on the face and shoulders. It felt good! She had a sudden urge to piss. Turning her back to him, she let the piss out. During times like this, she was completely uninhibited.
"I'll do you first," she told Richie. "Then you can do me!" He nodded.
She took the washcloth, swirled it in the water, and gave it a heavy soaping. Emily started with his back. She scrubbed his shoulders, back, and legs. When she reached his buttocks, the cloth soaped the firm fleshy asscheeks. A soapy finger found its way into his asshole. Her finger began a slow frigging of his ass, adding to her licentious pleasure. This shower bit always made her horny!
Richie wriggled his ass while her finger massaged the tight hole. She shoved her finger as far as it could go. Removing the finger, she pushed him under the spray to wash off the suds.
"Is that all?" he asked.
"I've just begun. Don't be so impatient!" she answered.
Emily saved the best part for last. Washing the front of a man was always the best part.
Soaping up the washcloth again, she quickly lathered Richie's chest and stomach. The legs were passed over with a perfunctory soaping. Bending down in a crouch, her face was level with his rampant cock. It protruded from the center of his groin. Straight, thick, proud! What a beautiful piece of flesh! What a wonderful job it did fucking her cunt! Behind his prick hung the thick sac with the egg-shaped balls.
Her palm cupped his balls, fondling the fleshy stones. The cloth covered hand encompassed Richie's virile shaft. She pressed his cock under the head. The pressure on the shaft seemed to increase the size of his cockhead. Emily examined the ruby conical shaped head with the tiny slit in the center. The flesh was a deep reddish-pink covered with patches of soap suds. She admired the sight and feel of his delicious cock.
Her curled fist pumped up and down on his prong, exerting pressure and friction. As she stimulated him, a prickling sensation tingled inside her cunt. Emily was tempted to stuff his gorgeous cock into her eager quim, soap and all!
Richie bent his knees and rocked his hips in cadence with her stroking fist. His hands reached out and clasped her shoulders.
"Uhnrrr! Unnrrr!" he grunted. "That's it! Faster, faster! Watch out! I'm going to shoot my load!"
Emily shifted a bit at the warning. Her hand felt the orgasmic spasm palpitating as his cock ejected the hot sperm. The first burst of come spurted out in an arc of about a foot. She felt his balls bounce in her palm with each forceful emission. The action reminded her of a field gun firing. After a burst, the barrel recoiled and then sprung forward, firing another shell of glutinous fluid. There was a gradual diminishing of his climax as it died down. "Milk it down!" he ordered.
Her fingers clamped down at the base of his prong and moved towards the corona of his prick. She could feel the rigidity of his hard-on disappearing. She pressed upward, forcing out the residue of his come from the urethra. There was a thick drop of come oozing out of the tiny slit. The washcloth passed over it, wiping it away.
"I'll have to take more showers with women," he said. "That was something else!"
"Now, it's your turn," she told him. She handed him the washcloth. "I'm counting on you to do a good job."
"Don't worry!" he replied. "You won't have any complaints!"
He started with her back. She felt the soapy rough washcloth scrub her back and shoulders. It moved towards the small of her back just above the croup. Richie passed over the rounded slopes of her buttocks in a casual sweep. He soaped her thighs and legs. Returning to her ass, he scrubbed the ass cheeks and the puckered brownish hole.
When he touched the sphincter of her ass, the muscles in Emily's buttocks twitched. The asscheeks closed protectively for a moment and then relaxed. He bunched the cloth up and rubbed it along the ass crack.
This washing ritual always excited Emily. Her cunt became moist. It wasn't from the water cascading from her tits. Richie pushed her into the path of the shower spray to wash off the soapy scum.
She turned around, watching him as he soaped the cloth again. The spray from the shower struck him on the head and bounced off into her face. Her eyelids closed partially to prevent the water from going into her eyes.
He lathered her fully rounded tits. Each round globe of flesh received his special attention. Her tits were rubbed, squeezed, and fondled as the thick lather covered them. When he covered the ruby discs and scrubbed the nipples, Emily felt a warm glow stirring in the seething insides of her vulva.
A lance of excitement rolled from her spine into the erogenous cavity between her thighs.
She could feel the lascivious flush of carnal expectations heating her cuntal walls. This whole scene was a thrilling experience. Every facet of this sex play was exciting! Emily couldn't imagine her husband indulging in this kind of sex.
The soapy cloth slid over her rib cage and down the slight swell of her stomach. It hovered briefly over the bushy mound of hair. Then the sudsy cloth rolled over her flared hips. Richie lathered her thighs, inside and out. He scrubbed her calves and shins.
Emily was ecstatic over this bathing ceremony. She sensed he was deliberately avoiding the washing of her cunt until later. Her pelvis gave an involuntary jerk as the washcloth passed along the slit in her pussy. Richie was playing with her. The cloth moved downward along the crack towards her ass.
He moved back again to her pudenda. She tingled as the rough cloth scraped the sensitive membranes of her vulva. The friction stimulated the nerve endings in her vagina causing her to murmur soft moans of pleasure.
When Richie shifted to her clitoris, the thrilling shock waves made her grow weak. Emily's knees buckled, giving way a little. She reached out, grabbing his shoulders for support.
"Ohhhrrr!" she groaned. "More, more! That feels good, Richie! Faster, faster! I'm coming! I ... uhhrrr ... I'm coming! I've never come this fast!"
His cloth covered hand slid back and forth in rapid strokes over her sensitive button of flesh in response to her urgings. She could feel the friction heating up her clitoris. It intensified the voluptuous passions that triggered her orgasms.
Her cunt was sensually on fire. The exquisite delirium of the orgasm was the alarm bell ringing. Her system released the heavy saturation of come juices to put out the fire. Every nerve within her tingled.
Richie held her body with one hand while he continued to rub her cunt in rapid strokes.
"Ohhh! No more, Richie, honey! No more! That's enough!" she groaned in sexual gratification. The shower was just as exciting as the fucking.
He shoved her under the shower, letting the water remove the lather. Also, to cool off the sensual ardor that engulfed her. The force of the water struck her body. Her system adjusted to the change. The violent force of the orgasm dissipated. She was back to normal again. But Emily had the memory of the exhilarating thrill.
"Well, what's left for an encore?" he asked.
"How about a little sixty-nine action?" she offered. "That's always good for some excitement!"
"You may be ready to be eaten, but not me," he replied. "I have to recharge my batteries. By the way, speaking of eating, how about some supper? I'm getting hungry."
"All right!" she agreed. "Tell me what you want and I'll have room service bring it up. Can't afford to waste time getting dressed, going out, coming back and getting undressed. And while we're waiting for our supper to be delivered, we can practice a little. Okay?"
He sighed in mild exasperation. "You know! Some guys pay good money for action like this. I'm glad this isn't costing me anything."
She reached for his dormant prick. A sly smile played across her lips as she winked. "The day's still young yet. It may cost you more than you think!"
He groaned at the implication. Emily Miller was a human sex dynamo.