Chapter 5
The following week was hell for Sally. She had awakened the following morning to see Timmy beside her. Fear and guilt spread over her whole body like a disease.
She had leapt out of the bed and hurried from the room without looking at the boy's cock. If she had, she was deathly afraid that she would want to fuck him.
When he did wake up, that's exactly what he had wanted to do. She said no, but again he threatened her. Sally finally agreed to suck him off if he promised not to call her or tell his mother what they had done.
He promised, and Sally sucked him through two successive comes. The boy was insatiable, and Sally loved it. But she knew she was treading on serious ground. She was frustrated, but elated when, at last, his mother arrived to take him home.
Brad called on Friday. She really didn't look forward to seeing him, but her pussy was so hungry for cock that she told him she would meet him at her apartment on her lunch hour.
He was waiting at her door when she arrived.
"Oh, baby," he gasped, after kissing her long and hard, "how I've missed you!"
"I want you," she rasped.
"C'mon. Hurry!" he said, fumbling the door open. "I have to leave this afternoon. We'll only have time for a quickie, but we'll make it a good one!"
Sally's heart sank, but she needed a cock so badly that she beat him getting undressed and to the bedroom. He grabbed her and kissed her as they both fell back onto the bed.
"I thought you said you were in a hurry."
"I ... am," he panted.
She smiled, just a little disgusted with both herself and Brad; she was playing the whore for him again, throwing herself in his already married arms and he didn't even have a hard-on.
Sally rolled over on top of him and went straight for his cock with her mouth. Suddenly, with his limp cock getting hard in her throat, she realized that it wasn't much bigger than Timmy's after all. Besides that, for some reason, it didn't taste as good.
Dammit, her mind screamed at her, quit thinking about that kid!
She shrugged her shoulders and concentrated on what she had; Brad's firm, well-shaped prick. After all, didn't she like the way this cock fit in her mouth? Sure she did.
Then he was rock hard and the thrust of his dick in Sally's head made her forget everything but the moment. She worked her tongue all around the ridge of the cock. She ran it down his sperm tube, sucked on his hairy balls, and then back up to the swollen cockhead again. She worked her tongue all around it, not letting one spot go untouched.
Spasms of joy shot through her whole body as she increased her pressure. She felt his hand probing the soft folds of her moist cunt and went all soft inside. He pulled her over on top of him so that her cunt came right down on his long, pointed tongue. She trembled violently as she felt it enter her.
Pressing down on top of him as hard as she could, she wondered if it might be possible to smother him to death. It didn't matter. As long as she could feel his tongue still moving, she knew he was still alive. In and out it went, each time causing her fluids to flow more freely. She was drenched inside, her hot juices already pouring all over his face.
"Do it harder," she moaned, going after his balls and asshole, working them both over till they were on fire.
She opened her thighs wide. It made her cunthole gape so wide open that it was impossible for him to miss it with his thrusting tongue. Then, when his tongue was deep inside her pussy, and his face was pressed against the musk of her cuntal lips, she snapped her thighs shut again.
She did it again, and then again, until it continued as a steady movement. At the same time, her mouth was hungrily feeding on his saliva-coated, throbbing prick. Her head was like a piston as she furiously bobbed it up and down. She took his hefty cock to the hilt in her throat on each downward swing.
Brad cried out, his body tensed, and then he screamed out his come. "OH SHIT FUCK ... SALLY, I'M COMINGGGGG!"
He came in jetting spurts, sending his hot cum into her mouth and down her throat. She licked at his milk like a greedy cat.
Brad gave her a tumble so that she was suddenly lying on her back. She was so excited she couldn't stand it any longer. She spread her legs wide, feeling his hands massaging her cunt. He was on his knees, leaning over, his tongue licking her thighs. Slowly, he moved up to her pussy. His hands were wrapped tightly around her ass, hurting her as he drove his face harder and harder into her, sucking out her cunt with an intensity he had never shown before.
Sally gyrated slowly, clutching at his hair, then his ears, then reaching down, trying to grip his meaty tongue. Then he pulled her legs up, running his hands up and down the backs of her thighs, rubbing his face between her legs, then lifting her and licking her ass.
She tingled all over and could feel his hard, huge cock pressing against her leg. She whimpered, pushing herself up to a sitting position. She bent over him, finding his cock again with her mouth, wetting it with her saliva, then sucking on it wildly, sliding up and down its thick, firm sides, nibbling on the head, probing the opening with the tip of her tongue.
She clasped at his balls, sending him into a frenzy, pulling the skin back and forth. She felt one of his fingers worm its way into her pussy and one of them go its way into her ass. One finger applied to her cunt and the other deep in her ass. She went insane now, taking his whole cock in her mouth, making it explode again and again.
They seemed to be rolling all over the bed in every direction at once. She refused to let go of his prick. It was firm in her mouth, and that was where she wanted it to stay. He was nursing her clitoris, making it harder and larger. With each inward thrust of his tongue, she went into complete spasms.
Finally, she rolled away from his body, but only so that he could mount her. Her pussy was hot and more than ready, and she shook with joy when he drove his throbbing meat into her cunt. It filled her to the brim, driving her even further into complete abandonment. They rolled over so that now she was on top. She sat up straight, letting his cock go even further in than it already was.
She rocked back and forth on the rigid prick, bending backwards and closing her eyes as he thrust his pelvis up and down. He grabbed at her tits, pulling on them until they swelled beyond their normal size, aching with passion. Neither one could contain themselves. It was the first time they had ever been this way with each other, and they both wanted it to last as long as possible.
But it didn't last. Brad came again, all too soon.
He had barely drained the last of his balls when he pulled his cock from her still-clutching pussy and rolled off the bed.
"Brad ... what's the matter?"
"Nothing, baby."
"Then, my God, DON'T STOP NOW!"
"I got to, honey," he replied, hurriedly climbing into his clothes and running a comb through his hair.
"You son-of-a-bitch!"
"Baby, you got to understand. I got an important meeting!"
"FUCK YOUR MEETING!" Sally screamed, tears in her eyes, her fingers clawing at her pussy as if they could put out the raging fire he had placed there.
He smiled, a typically male smile of total confidence, and leaned over to kiss her. "Maybe tonight."
One hand flew up and delivered a smack across his face that rocked his head clear over to his shoulders.
"You bastard!"
"What the hell did you do that for?"
"Because I want you to fuck me!" He started for the door, a look of fear in his eyes. "I told you, fuck me again!"
"I just did fuck you."
Sally followed him into the hall, throwing the thin, see-through peignoir around her body as she trotted behind him. "You prick ... you bastard!"
"I told you, dammit," he hissed, pausing at the front door, "maybe tonight!"
"There won't be any more nights," she spat directly into his face, "if you don't come back upstairs with me right now!"
The door was open and Brad stood, facing her, one foot on each side of the jamb. "If that's the way you feel about it, then I guess there won't be any more nights."
He turned and walked away.
"YOU ASSHOLE ... MAN!" Sally screamed after him and slammed the door.
She leaned against it and cried soundlessly. The tears rolled down her cheeks and dripping from her chin onto her bare, heaving breasts as her whole body shook with rage, frustration, and sexual need.
"Damn," she groaned, one hand clutching and kneading a breast while she pried apart her cunt lips with the fingers of the other. "Hurts ... aches ... I need it ... OH SHIT, I NEED IT!"
It was some minutes before she coaxed her pussy to a mini-climax standing right there in the hall, leaning against the door with her legs spread wide.
When at last her body had calmed enough to make movement possible, she moved into the living room and poured herself a large tumbler of whiskey. She drank it in three long swallows and poured another.
A half-hour later the bottle was nearly half empty. Sally was giddy and still whimpering, but some of the edge had gone from her all-consuming passion; not all, but some.
She was pouring yet another drink when the door bell rang in her ear like the tolling of Big Ben. She set the bottle and glass on the nearest table and, barely taking time to knot the flimsy robe around her, ran to the door.
It might be Brad, she thought, or even, best of all, maybe it was Timmy. Maybe he had enough nerve to just come over and demand that she let him fuck her. Sally, in her present state, would almost welcome his petty attempts at blackmail. She didn't care about anything other than sex as she pulled the door wide.
"Mrs. Young ... Sally Young?"
"Yes," Sally replied, stepping back, her mind racing.
"My name's Harry Field, Mrs. Young. I'm a junior at Lorimont College, and to help with my education I'm in a program concerning magazine subscriptions ... "
He was young, handsome, and had a well-muscled, athletic body. At that point in time, at Sally's door, he could have been selling an icebox, and she could have been an Eskimo housewife; she would have bought one.
"Come in," she said. "Come right in!"
She led him into the living room. She picked up her half finished drink and turned to him. "What is it you're selling?
"Uh ... magazine ... " No more words would come from his mouth.
It had been dark in the hallway by the door. It was much lighter in the living room and the young man could now see the beautiful, mature woman who stood before him had absolutely nothing on under the thin robe she wore.
His body twitched and his mouth went dry as he traced the molded contours of her huge, melon-like breasts. The areolas, as round as silver dollars and as dark as bing cherries, were flashing at him through the gauzy material. The dark triangle of her cunt was so clearly outlined that he imagined that he could count every one of the wiry, curling pubic hairs.
"How much are they?" Sally said, draining her glass and setting it down with a thump on the table beside her.
"A ... well, a ... which ones?"
"All of them."
"All ... ?"
"That's what I said," Sally repeated, and pulled a checkbook and a pen from a drawer in the table.
"Well, all of them ... I mean, if you-want all ... "
"I do," Sally said, writing.
"It would be sixty-five dollars."
She scribbled, tore the check from the book, and handed it to him. "Harry Field was the name, wasn't it?"
"Yeah ... yes, ma'am, that's right," he said, covering the space between them in two quick strides and lifting the check from her hand.
"And now," Sally said, reaching for the clasps that held her robe, "I would like to ask a favor of you, Harry."
She pulled the top of the robe open, letting her pendulous breasts burst free. She smiled at his sudden intake of breath and let the robe slither from her voluptuous body. She studied the reaction on his face; his eyes widened and his breathing got much heavier.
The gown passed her wide, womanly hips and revealed her dark triangle, now completely bare to his gaze.
"Jesus Christ," he moaned, and automatically adjusted his aching cock in his pants.
"Need I say more?"
“Oh, no. You said it all, lady."
“Follow me!" Sally said, her blood racing with the wanton brazenness of her act. When they were in the bedroom, she turned to him. "Kiss me," she said. "Kiss me and rub your cock against my pussy!"
Harry Field gave her a long, passionate kiss. Their tongues dueled as his hands kneaded her bare ass cheeks. One finger slid into the crease between them and gently worked its way into her rear hole.
Sally broke the kiss and smiled up at him. "Do you like to fuck there?"
"I like to fuck anywhere," he panted.
"Good. You will."
Sally proceeded to undress him slowly and carefully, hanging or draping each piece as she took it off. His prick throbbed during the process, jerking even harder when she knelt in front of him to pull his shorts, shoes, and socks off.
When he was stark naked, she opened a drawer in the dresser and took out a jar of thick cream. After skinning his cock back, she applied the lotion to the entire length of his pulsing rod, putting an extra dab on the tip.
After that was done, she moved to the bed. Positioning herself on her hands and knees, she pointed the gleaming cheeks of her ass towards him.
"Damn, your cunt and your ass are beautiful!"
"Fuck me, Harry. Hurry!" Sally moaned. "Crawl up behind me and shove your dick in a hole. I don't care which one!" She spread her knees wide and held her breath until she heard movement behind her.
The young man stepped up behind her and gripped her hips with shaking hands. Then, using her ass to guide his cock, he slid the dripping head up and down the dark crack of her ass until it was slippery with the cream.
Reaching down, he pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and pointed the head of his prick at her asshole. He pressed against it slowly, letting his big tool slide into her easily. When it was buried, he put his hands back on her hips and shoved hard.
"Ohhhhh," Sally groaned. "It's big ... OHHH SHIT, FUCK MEEEEE!"
"Christ," he gasped, "what an ass! Damn, that feels good!"
"Stick it in all the way," she urged. "All the way!"
He began hunching and pumping his shaft. She helped by swirling her ass around in a circle. She looked back between her legs and could see his balls swinging back and forth as he pumped his big tool into her.
"Swing it, baby ... swing it high! Aaarrggghhhh! You're ass is so fucking tight! Beautiful!"
Sally undulated her hips faster, moving around on his dick as it plunged deep into her bowels. He bent over her and took a big tit in each hand, squeezing the huge breasts as he pounded her asshole with his rigid prick.
"Oh shit, you got me so fucking hot, I'm gonna come already!"
"DO IT! Cream my asshole. Harder, fuck it harder!" she shouted, her eyes still glued to the blur of his frantically swinging balls.
"THERE!"
She felt his warm fluid surge into her anal canal. He stopped his motions to let it spurt out while he gasped over her back. Then he stood up and pulled his rod out, his juice dripping on the floor from her rear hole as he withdrew it.
"I want more," Sally cried, her face contorted into a mask of lust as she rolled to her back on the bed. "I want a lot more!" She threw her legs high in the air and spread her thighs wide apart.
"Lady, you are somethin' else, but you came to the right man. Just gimme a minute or two to get it up again!"
"Eat me!"
"Huh?"
"Suck my cunt till you get hard again." She pried her lower lips apart until his eyes could feast on the gooey pink meat of her inner vulva.
He fell to his knees and buried his head eagerly between her thighs. Below her cunt his own jism was streaming from her asshole. He didn't care. He lapped that up too, along with the sticky fluids that oozed from between her cunt lips.
Sally's body wracked through a quick orgasm the second his tongue moved back up to massage her crack. "Ohhh, don't stop!" she shrieked. "Tongue-fuck me, you bastard!"
Her cunt opened like a flower to receive his driving tongue. He was like an animal devouring the succulent meat between her legs. His tongue wouldn't stop once it started. Cunt and asshole. He licked and sucked them both wildly, making each of them burn for more.
"Now ... NOW, you cunt-sucker! Fuck me! Put your prick in my pussy and make me come off big! BRING ME OFF!"
Goddam, he thought, how lucky can a guy get? Maybe I'll quit school and just sell magazines for a living!
He lifted his pussy-juice-stained face from her cunt and stood beside the bed. He grabbed her roughly by the legs, holding them on each side of him as he pulled her to the edge. When her red gash was just hanging over, she wrapped her legs around his waist and smiled up at him.
"Cram it into me, you fucker," she said. "Stick that big prick in me and fuck my cunt till I scream!"
He moved his feet to balance himself, then reached down to guide his thick shaft into her hole. When he had the tip in, he reached out to take a tit in each hand. Then he lunged forward, thrusting his tool into her belly until his balls hit against her ass.
"OH YEAH ... YEAH, BABY!" Sally screamed. "Take it, take it all! Throw your fucking balls into me, too!"
He lifted her ass higher and drove his dick into her with all the force in his powerful legs. "Take it ... you got it, cunt. MOVE!" He was grunting loudly as he pounded his prick home. His back arched and his hands kneaded her huge tits roughly.
"Fuck me!" Sally chanted. "Fuck me, fuck me ... FUCK MEEEEE!"
He hunched faster, throwing his hips at her pelvis as he slammed his rod to her. The slurping and sucking sound of fucking filled the room as they gasped and wheezed.
"Oh shit, I'm there! Ohhhh, yessss," Sally hissed, using her heels on his ass cheeks to pry him harder against her. "I'm coming, baby ,.. I'm coming like a fucking dam bursting!"
"Me, too ... shoot, baby, and I'll blow with you!"
His juice slammed against her womb as she jerked and writhed on the bed, her orgasm in complete control of her body. The tendons stood out in his neck as he felt his sperm gush from the end of his cock.
It felt like a fountain or a waterfall pouring into her cunt. Only it wasn't cold; it was warm, almost hot. He kept pumping and shooting until Sally felt her pussy contract with yet another climax.
She came down slowly, letting her legs relax and slide from his body. They fell languidly over the side of the bed as she caressed her tits in the warm afterglow of a series of marvelous comes.
"God, lady, you're good," the young man panted, backing out of her cunt. "You're the best!"
"You're all right, too," Sally said, suddenly feeling in control of herself and everything around her.