Chapter 4
Jessie closed her eyes as Milton lowered his head and kissed a perfectly shaped breast, then did the same for its twin. His eager mouth returned to the first one and licked and sucked at it while Jessie felt her teat-bud hardening still more from the ardent attention paid it by Milton's tongue. Her hips wriggled slightly on the bed as desire flooded her loins, desire triggered by the hot mouth stimulating her soft flesh.
She felt the mouth move downward from her lush melons as Milton's tongue trailed lasciviously over the round bowl of her nude stomach. She shivered as his head dropped lower and the tongue licked at her mound and the fringes of her feathery pussy-hair. Entirely without conscious thought on her part her bottom rose slightly from the bed, proffering more openly the delights Milton was tasting.
He spread her legs, moving his mouth to the puffy hair-lined lips of her vagina, and Jessie's whole body quivered. Milton felt with his tongue for the tender flanges of her warm cunt, and Jessie moaned softly. She stared down between her breasts at Milton's prematurely gray head locked between her thighs. Could this really be happening to her?
Milton raised his head slightly while he took his thumbs and pressed Jessie's pussy apart so the secret cavern opened and the bright-red inner flesh came into view. It was glistening and wet and secreting moisture which appeared high up on the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Milton breathed into her grotto, and Jessie moaned again, twisting her head from side to side.
He lowered his head again and moved his mouth forward, his tongue feeling a way for the rest of him. He worked his mouth around her cuntal lips right into her soft wetness, and Jessie's thigh muscles tautened. She was unable to relax from the feeling of burning lust stimulated in her by the quick-probing tongue.
Milton pushed his face tightly against the dampness of her pussy-slit. He felt her involuntarily move toward him, against his face, and his tongue pushed deeply into her open, eager cunt. He felt exhilarated by the pleasure afforded him by the sexual surrender of this girl who had always appeared so cool and unassailable in the office. The freshness of her body delighted him no less than the delectable female odor from her quivering cunt. He breathed her up into his nostrils while his tongue plunged inside her.
Jessie's excited breath hissed between her half-parted lips as the scouring tongue of the sophisticated man whose head was between her thighs twirled and swirled inside her chalice. Used as she was to Irene's more delicate licking and sucking, the powerful thrust of Milton's hard tongue inside her sex-aerie was unbelievably stimulating. It felt almost like a small prick as it probed her mercilessly, exciting her beyond reason.
The hard tongue located her clitoris, and Jessie's back arched until her silvery-white stomach was shaped like a bow. "Ahhhhhh!" she gasped as Milton's teeth grazed her sensitive bud. "Ohhhhhh!" Wild with pleasure, her hips jerked more of her loins upward into Milton's willing face. In a dim corner of her mind Jessie knew that even if she should suddenly change her mind about the purpose of her visit to this man's in-town apartment, she was still totally unable to change the momentum of what was happening to her. For the moment she was female, pure and simple.
Milton raised his head while he widened Jessie's unresisting legs. He placed himself between them, and through half-closed eyes Jessie saw him massaging a blue-veined, massive-looking cock which jutted forth from his lower belly and whose bluish-red tip showed a trace of sticky-looking seminal fluid. The sight of the big prick, more steely-looking in its rigidity than even Wayne's well-furnished sexual apparatus, sent a quick tremor through Jessie. Dear God, was she actually going to get that enormous tool inside her?
Milton dipped his body at the hips and placed the head of his rocklike penis against the softly parted lips of Jessie's wet-pink vaginal opening. He reached beneath her to take hold of the yieldingly soft hind cheeks of her body-cushions, pulling her up toward him slightly. She could feel the masculine hands pressing the resilient buttock-flesh apart until a finger found her squirming anus and probed it at the same time the lusty prick-head began slowly to bore into her excitedly twitching sex-channel.
The multiple sensations ravaging her flesh with lightning bolts had Jessie on the qui vive with elated acquiescence. She couldn't believe it when she felt the spongy, rubbery tissue of her tight-clenched anus opening slowly to Milton's artful probing until the first joint of his finger was swallowed up inside. He eased more of his muscular shaft inside Jessie's perfervid pussy-hole while he lifted the whole of her hips toward him. He squeezed and massaged her nude hind cheeks while his tool moved inexorably deeper, penetrating her almost completely as her sheath-grabbing cunt-walls sucked him on and on.
The clasping wet warmth of Jessie's quim nearly unhinged Milton's determination to prolong this delightful fuck. He stopped short of bumping Jessie's cervix with the head of his prick and rested for a moment on her slack thighs. Once again he forced apart her plump hind cheeks while the finger lodged in her asshole probed more deeply, and Jessie churned her hips agitatedly as twinges of pain assailed her flesh. The hip-movement frictioned her cunt-depths and labial lips against the brawny pole piercing them, and a starburst of quick-flooding emotions quaked her flesh. "Ooooooooh!" she moaned. In that instant she felt she could have died from the pleasure she was being given.
Milton knew that she was ready, more than ready, in fact. He knew that she wanted nothing so much as the sensation of his greasy shaft, now quiescent as it crammed her pussy, plunging and plunging and plunging into her flesh-strained bower straining to accept it all. He began to move on her deliberately, but his own excitement prevailed, and in seconds his lust-hardened cock was pounding at her, rocking her with his sexual power.
Jessie whimpered continually in a muted sex-whinnying as the big cock slashed into her depths. Her full-cheeked bottom heaved upward wildly as she responded to the fucking, her cunt walls slithering up over the powerful prick, trying to swallow the whole of it, to take it way inside her churning belly. Jessie's whinnying soared to a half-shriek as Milton's hands upon her perspiration-slick backside pulled and pushed her along his rod as he wished. Her voice bloomed in an excited yell as Milton grunted suddenly and rammed into her until she felt his balls smacking against her once-again exposed anus as the penetrating finger slipped away.
Milton fucked faster and faster in and out of Jessie's clutching cunt, filling her whole slit. "Ohhh, God!" she stammered, nearly losing her senses from the almost unbearable stimulation. "Ohhh, Milton! What are-you doing? Ooooooooh, I've never felt-like this!"
Milton raised himself slightly from Jessie's sweaty belly until he could watch his hard, round tube of solid flesh sliding out of her hair-lipped cunt, then gliding back in, glistening and wet and throbbing. A bright blaze flared in Jessie's interior, stroked by the powerful frictioning of her pussy by the hard-thrusting power-rod plumbing her depths. "Ohh!" she panted. "Ohhh, Milton! Ooooh! Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh! Dear-God!!" Her back arched again as her orgasmic spasm overtook her. Her yielding backside quivered and quaked in convulsive flurries as her sheath-walls grabbed repeatedly at the ravaging prick pleasuring her. "MIL-ton!" she yelped, her thighs compressing his body. "Ooooh, I'm-ohhhhhhh!-God, I'm coming!" Her thighs churned in a dance of lust. "I'm-COMING!"
Milton had held off purposely until he was sure of her orgasm. When Jessie subsided limply beneath him with a softly tired little groan of pleasure, he attacked once more that juicily lubricated cunt inside which he was lodged. Jessie's strong hands held his shoulders firmly as he fucked himself off into her yawning chasm in a series of rocketing inundations of her already dripping quim. He rested upon her, breathing hard, as they both felt his steel-hard prick softening and shrinking inside Jessie's relaxed cunt.
He raised himself from her finally and stared down curiously at her reeking, semen-spattered sex-crevice, crimsoned from its exercise. Jessie instinctively drew her thighs together to hide this visual examination of her hard-used hairy pussy, but Milton placed his hands on the soft inner parts of her thighs and drew them apart again until he had looked his fill. "You know you're a hell of a good fuck, Jessie?" he asked gravely.
Mixed emotions bathed Jessie in a confusing melange. Cozy delight in the delicious lassitude her body was enjoying after Milton's masterful fucking of her; shame at her total abandonment instead of what she had intended to be a businesslike submission; feminine humiliation oddly mixed with feminine pride at what she knew was the perfection of her sexual parts so intently observed by Milton just now. But sexual satisfaction predominated; her entire body, all her intimate flesh, was glowing with aftermath-satisfaction.
Milton straightened up on his knees. "About time for that martini, wouldn't you say?" he asked casually. He slipped from the bed and went into the sitting room, where he vanished behind the Chinese screen. Jessie heard the refrigerator door open.
She raised her legs and explored her bottom with both hands. She was sure she showed embarrassing pinch marks. She had seen the glint in Milton's eye in the second before he got off the bed. He might be fixing them martinis, but Jessie knew he intended to fuck her again before they left the apartment and went back to the bank. A slow-rising tide of deep crimson blanketed Jessie's throat and face, because she knew she welcomed the thought.
Milton returned from the kitchenette and handed her a chilled martini. "About that cashier's position, Jessie," he said in the same casual tone, "It's still open." His eyes were upon the fleecy damp hair curling over Jessie's puffed-looking pussy-lips. "As open as that handsome cunt of yours." His flaccid prick began to lengthen and climb slowly from where it rested stickily against his thigh. "Drink up," he urged her, his glance still on her sweaty, oily-looking lower belly. "I want some more of that."
With mingled shame and mounting excitement, but more excitement than shame, Jessie knew she wanted more of it, too.
That afternoon at the bank was one of the longest Jessie could recall. She was still almost totally amazed, even in retrospect, at the "fit" which developed between Milton King and herself in bed. She had never had such a satisfying experience, and from his reaction she had to feel that it had been something special for him, too. They never got the proposed sandwich. After the martini, Milton had got right back into bed with her, and that time had been even better that the first if that were possible.
One reason that the afternoon dragged was that she couldn't wait to get home to the apartment and tell Irene about it. Oh, not all the details-she felt herself pinkening at the remembrance of some of their extravagant carryings-on. But she had no major secrets from Irene, and Jessie was curious to have her apartment-mate play her cynically intellectual rationale-searchlight upon the happening.
But another disappointment awaited Jessie at home. Irene hadn't yet returned from the hospital, and Jessie paced the floor impatiently. She still couldn't fully credit that Irene's advice about putting her scruples behind her should have borne such startling fruit. Not that she had lost her scruples entirely, or even the majority of them; she still had an uneasy image of herself doing exactly what she'd always sworn she'd never do, employing her sex to seek her own advancement in the bank. Try as she might to avoid the thought, it was impossible to do so. The experience had been heavenly, but somehow the nagging reminder of her inglorious capitulation forced itself more and more into the forefront of her mind. Milton would think she was an easy lay. Milton would think-
She had changed to a sheer nightgown and concealing robe when a knock at the door distracted her. Through the door's one-way glass porthole she made out the tall figure of Norm Blanchard, Irene's ex-husband. She debated not opening the door for a second, afraid Norm would settle in and she'd lose her chance for a heart-to-heart talk with Irene while her body-tingling experience was still fresh in her mind. She finally opened the door, though, thinking that Irene might have sent for Norm for some reason and would be put out if he weren't present when she arrived.
"H'ya, baby," Norm said breezily to Jessie. He walked past her directly to the liquor cabinet and began to fix himself a drink. "Gettin' anything strange lately?"
The casual question was so pertinent to her recent experience that Jessie stared at him suspiciously for an instant before deciding it had been an accident. Norm's next words confirmed her assumption. "Where's the storm-an'-strife?" he demanded. "She tells me to be here an' then she's not here. What gives?"
"I'm sure she'll be home soon," Jessie said soothingly.
"She'd better be," Norm grumbled. He took a swallow of his drink. "I'm a busy man." He grinned companionably at Jessie. "Not so busy I wouldn't have time for you, Jess," he said coaxingly. "You know I been hankerin' to plank your steak for a long time."
"You can keep right on hankering," Jessie retorted. Norm was always trying a verbal approach of one kind or another, his salesman's optimism refusing to accept as a permanent condition the steady succession of no's Jessie gave him in response to his lighthearted propositions. Jessie never really took him seriously. How could she, really, when Norm had so recently been married to Irene, her best friend?
"Ahhhhh, you must be savin' it for the Pope," Norm complained. "It's gonna wither up on you, baby. How d'you know the next time you present arms it won't go off in a cloud of dust?"
Jessie smiled despite herself at the ludicrous image called forth by Norm's words. "I'm not worried," she answered lightly.
Drink in hand, he advanced toward her casually but with a purposeful glint in his eye. Before she realized his intention he had slipped his free arm around her waist and was bending his head down, searching for her lips. "Stop it, Norm!" she said crossly. The hand at the end of the confining arm dropped to her buttocks and manipulated her silky hemispheres. "Norm!"
"Quit fightin' it!" he said, forcing his mouth down onto hers. He pursued again the ample rear globes Jessie had wriggled free from his hand. "Christ, what an ass!"
"Well!" a voice said icily from the sitting room doorway. They both turned to confront an angry-looking Irene. Neither of them had heard her key in the lock. "When the cat's away the mice will play, is that it?"
"I couldn't help it, Irene!" Jessie protested breathlessly, wrenching herself free from the hand so obviously where it shouldn't have been. "He's just-he's just feeling frisky."
Irene sniffed loudly. "What are you doing here now, Jessie?" she demanded. "Isn't this your evening for accounting school?"
"Oh, my!" Jessie clapped a hand over her mouth in dismay. "Something happened at the office today so exciting I couldn't wait to get home and tell you about it, Irene, and I completely forgot about school tonight." The moment she said it she realized how weak it sounded. "Well, it's the truth!" she said defiantly. "Did you think I arranged a rendezvous with Norm?"
Irene remained silent, and Jessie caught a quick exchange of glances between Irene and her ex-husband. Light began to dawn upon her. "Have you two been meeting here once a week on my school nights?" Jessie asked.
"Damn right," Norm said vigorously. "Irene appreciates a stiff prick even if you don't."
"Shut up!" Irene said coldly. "You've got a big mouth."
"Now why don't you talk to me like that when I've got your cunt loaded?" Norm queried her with a wide grin. "You sound a little different at times like that, baby." He finished his drink and set down his glass. "Is the ballgame postponed?"
"Oh, no," Jessie said hurriedly. "I mean it's too late for me to drive back into town to school, but I'll-I'll have a snack at the deli and-and leave you two alone."
"That won't be necessary," Irene said haughtily.
"You mean we're gonna do it right in front of Miss Prissypants here?" Norm grinned. "Man alive, that would really turn me on!"
"I meant nothing of the kind!" Irene snapped. She stepped to one side as Norm advanced upon her with a gleam in his eye. "Norman Blanchard, you take your hands off me!" Irene wriggled like a cut worm as her ex-husband swept her into his arms and fused his mouth upon hers. "Norm! Will you quit?"
But despite herself Irene felt the familiar heat creeping through her body at the impact of Norm's hard kiss. She felt his hands raising her dress and slip until her pantied rear was exposed to Jessie's curious gaze. Norm's big hand laved her trim buttocks as his tongue shot into her mouth while his lips nibbled at hers, and Irene shivered while goosebumps stood out on her white thighs. "Norm!" she whispered plaintively, her heart thudding madly as he freed her mouth temporarily. "Norm, don't!"
Still holding her firmly, he was blithely forcing down her pink panties with his other hand. Irene's sleekly molded nude hind cheeks came into view, and Norm's hand returned from disposing of the panties to pat, fondle, and caress his ex-wife's bare bottom. "You ain't got the quantity, sugar," Norm assured her earnestly, "but you sure as hell got the quality."
"You pull-my panties up!" Irene panted, switching her hips from side to side in a vain effort to avoid the palpating hand. "D'you hear me, Norm Blanchard? You pull them-up! Ohh!"
The high-pitched squeal was wrung from her as Norm's hand darted from her soft bare globes around in front where he slipped it in between her naked thighs with their bronze-red tufted curls clustered at the juncture. Jessie stared with mingled emotions as her friend's shapely behind churned and vibrated in its reaction to what Norm's hand was doing in front.
Norman unzipped himself suddenly and produced an enormous erection which prodded Irene's round belly. "Ooooooh!" she gasped in embarrassment. "You put that-away! Ohhhh!" The exclamation was wrung from her when Norm pushed his stiff-standing pole downward and lodged it at Jessie's thigh-juncture where it sprang upward again so forcibly it appeared to be lifting Irene onto tiptoe.
Norm glanced at Jessie, who was still watching avidly, her feelings a mixture of sympathy for Irene's discomfiture and acute arousal at witnessing Norm's deliberate subjugation of his ex-wife. Norm picked Irene up bodily and stood there with his heavy-looking penis projecting strongly from his loins. Irene's soft buttocks were cushioned by Norm's supporting arm. "C'mon in an' watch the show," he invited Jessie with a sardonic smile on his handsome face. "No admission charge." He carried Irene into her bedroom.
Jessie stood in the apartment's sitting room, listening to the scuffling sounds emerging from the bedroom. "Don't-you dare -undress me!" she heard Irene's muffled protest. "Oooooh! Norm! That's mean! Don't tease-me like that!"
Jessie felt so warm she shed her robe as she tiptoed to the bedroom doorway. She stood there, half-ashamed, half-defiant, her quickened blood thudding in her ears. Norm had reduced Irene to bra and stockings, and Irene's slender nudity glistened whitely as she struggled ineffectually against her disrobing. Her back was to Jessie as Norm held his ex-wife across his lap, bottom up. Norm had removed his trousers and shorts and was rubbing Irene slowly back and forth over the big prick protruding upward into her belly.
For two or three moments he kept it up, his free hand massaging Irene's twin hemispheres, squeezing the softly pliant mounds while his meaty penis prodded her underneath. Then he turned Irene onto her back, parted her legs, and doubled them back upon her chest. Jessie stared with a sharp pang of embarrassment but an additional surge of excitement at the obscenely revealed bottom slopes of Irene's upraised behind with her sex-triangle tautly exposed.
Irene lay beneath Norm, shudders rippling through her exposed body as Norm dragged his beefy cock back and forth over her upturned pussy. She had forgotten Jessie, forgotten everything but the sensation she yearned for so hotly, that of the mighty prick being slowly inserted into her twitchingly hot cunt where it would ravage her fiercely while she loved every second of it.
Norm parted the thick curls of Irene's pussy-hair with a probing finger and moved it gently into her soft-lipped cunt while the tip of his thumb ranged below and lightly tickled the rubbery tissue of Irene's anus. Irene panted aloud, raising her hips from the bed slightly in an attempt to get more of the finger inside her. The finger slithered deeper, widening her moist inner-walls, and the thumb probed painfully, her sexual excitement permitting her to endure it.
With forefinger and thumb implanted in her orifices and Norm's hand spanning the distance between, Irene began rotating her hips slowly, then pressing down upon thumb and finger, delicious sensations enveloping her exposed flesh. She felt the trembling onslaught of a tiny orgasm, preliminary to the mighty one she knew she would have when Norm shoved his ram-roddy cock into her and fucked her as only he could.
Norm lowered himself until he could trail his lips over Irene's nude stomach, then lowered himself again while he kissed and bit her inner thighs until Irene moaned with pleasure. He spread her cuntal lips with his fingers and darted his hard tongue into the softly hair-lined pinkness of her vagina. He searched out the clitoris and moved it back and forth with the tip of his tongue while Irene's bare hips climbed wildly and her hands clawed at herself.
Norm shoved his tongue deeply inside her fresh-smelling pussy-hole, causing her to buck upward. Then he stopped abruptly and crawled up on top of her, his fleshy pole dragging over her thighs and fleecy mound. Half crazy with desire, Irene pulled his face down to hers and sucked at his tongue, then bit his lips. "Fuck me!" she said thickly. She was in almost a frenzy of heat. "Fuck me, Norm! Oh, please!" She grabbed for his lean-looking hairy buttocks and tried to pull him into her.
Still not inserted, the prickhead dribbled secreting seminal fluid over Irene's straining stomach. She groaned as she felt him change position again and the broad, rubbery head of the huge cock touched her delicate but eager cunt. She tried to pull her thighs back more tightly upon her chest to expose more of herself to the advancing monster. "Ohhhh, Norm!" she wailed. "Please hurry!"
She caught her breath sharply as she felt the pulsating cock-head parting her pussy-lips and sliding wetly into her cranny. Norm was doing it slowly, and she wanted it all; she surged upward beneath him in an effort to capture all of the fleshy rod inside her exhilarated cunt. Then there was the crammed bigness of him fully inside her, the head of his prick nudging her cervix hard. She ground herself against him and came almost immediately in sudden, jolting, wrenching explosions, her orgiastic secretions bursting out against him, flowing around the head of the large prick that was now beginning to piston in and out of her. "Ohhhh, lovely, lovely, lovely!" Irene sighed deeply.
Norm paused momentarily until Irene's contracting cunt-walls throbbed to a halt, whereupon he began to move again. Slowly at first, in and out, until the sensations caused by his hard prick rubbing against her vaginal walls excited Irene again. She responded once more, in unison with the pistoning prick, her fingers digging into his buttocks, slamming up into him with all her might and slapping into the flesh of his hard stomach with her own.
Jessie remained in the doorway, dry-mouthed, watching as the hammerlike rhythm of Norm's fucking projected his glistening pole between the pink flanges of Irene's cloister. The hair-lined tightness of the soft protective folds of flesh around her cunt were drawn back by each outstroke and then immediately pushed in again. Jessie stood and wished desperately for the feel of Milton King's big cock as she had experienced it that afternoon. Her pussy was a yearning cavern of hot desire.
Mesmerized, she watched the plunging prick sinking wet and deep into the tight-clasping lips. Beneath Norm, Irene yelped and squealed and squeaked as the stalwart rod impaled her solidly. Norm raised his head and began a flurry of short quick strokes. "Wait!" Irene cried, sensing his approaching orgasm. "Wait for me!"
The quick-trembling contractions of her sheath-walls began again as Norm growled in her ear and slammed maniacally into her. "Ohhh, God!" Irene shrieked. She moaned lengthily as the cock embedded in her, still hard as ever, jetted thick, warm juice into her yeasty depths. Her bottom writhed in ecstasy as the dual orgasm wrenched them together. "Ohh, Norm! You're-doing it! Ohhhhhhhh! What a gorgeous-fuck! Ahhhhhhhh! You're making me -come! Aieeee! There it-is! I'm-oooh!- coming! Norm! I'm-COMING! OHHHhhhh!!"
Her voice subsided as her trembling legs relaxed. Irene rubbed Norm's back and fingered his hair. She eased her thighs which had been cramped for so long but in such a good cause. Eyes closed, she savored the depths of every minute sensation, her belly filled with the warm wet tribute of Norm's discharge. He started to withdraw from her, and she opened her eyes. His prick slipped moistly from her clinging cunt with a sucking sound, and he raised himself slightly and placed it on her stomach where it drizzled on her. He lay on top of it, on top of her, then moved his hands under her head and kissed her lazily. "You're not a bad fuck for an amateur, old lady," he told her with a smile.
Irene pulled his ears, then turned her head and discovered Jessie still lingering in the doorway. For an instant Irene felt nothing, immersed as she was in the aftermath of a most satisfactory screwing, but then she felt first a tinge of alarm and then annoyance. She hadn't intended that the situation should get so far out of hand. She had few if any secrets from Jessie, but she certainly hadn't intended to afford her the spectacle of herself being openly fucked by her ex-husband.
Norm rolled off her with a grunt and turned in Jessie's direction. "Well, y' see how it's done, cutie pie? Jus' put it in overdrive an' let it go." He glanced at Irene, who had rolled protectively onto her stomach, and again at Jessie. He raised his limp-looking cock, shiny with his and Irene's combined spend, and waved it at Jessie. "Y' want a taste?"
Jessie's tongue moistened her dry lips. I should get out of here, she told herself, but she was afraid her trembling legs would refuse to support her. The sight of Norm fucking Irene had aroused her to fever pitch. She knew that the crotch of her panties was wet.
Norm glanced calculatingly at Irene, whose stomach-down position was designed to conceal her bronze-haired wet pussy. "C'mon," he said coaxingly to Jessie. "I'll dip my wick in your candleholder. You'll love it."
He looked again at Irene, sensed suddenly that she wasn't going to object, and slid from the bed to advance purposefully upon Jessie, who turned to flee. Norm pursued her into the sitting room, where he captured her with a triumphant shout and carried her back into the bedroom. "Stop it!" Jessie squalled, kicking and struggling. "What do you think-you're doing?" She kicked unavailingly as Norm's hand slid up under her gown and fondled her damp crotch. "Norm!"
"Wet as Noah's ark," Norm informed the watching Irene. He turned back Jessie's gown and examined the damp hairs on her crotch. In unbridled license he ripped her gown away while Jessie whirled frantically onto her stomach. Norm slapped her wide-bottomed exposure gloatingly. "Jesus H. Christ, the ass of all the world!" he exclaimed jubilantly. "If I was you, Irene, I'd eat breakfast off that every mornin'!"
Irene smiled tolerantly, apparently heedless of Jessie's struggles. "Stop him. Irene!" Jessie panted. "He's-oooh!-stop him!"
Confident now that Irene wasn't going to intervene, Norm prepared elatedly to exploit his good fortune. He tumbled Jessie onto her back and highspiritedly moved in between her frantically writhing long legs. "Come to papa, baby!" he said debonairly, running his palm over Jessie's silken-thatched crotch. "Let's give this little mousetrap a real workout!" he continued gleefully.
A betraying hot spasm wrenched Jessie's interior at the feel of the masculine hand on her sex-crypt. She should bite and kick and scratch, she told herself, but Norm's forefinger had entered her grotto and was briskly frigging it. "Irene!" Jessie wailed despairingly. Irene was her last hope with her own flesh betraying her, but for reasons of her own Irene remained silent, watching almost dispassionately as her ex-husband lovingly played with her best friend's sprawled, ample nudity.
Jessie flinched at the sudden touch of Norm's re-aroused big cock against her bare thigh. Her breath whistled in her throat as the cock pressed lightly against the pussylips moistened by Norm's expert frigging. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, her face scarlet from the intensity of her shamed excitement. "Oooooh, my!" she whimpered as the hard rod pushed its way inside her and began to lunge forward into her bower-depths. "Oooooooooh!"
Irene watched soberly as Norm's lengthy pole disappeared inside Jessie's mossy furrow. When Norm made his first tentative move toward Jessie, expecting her to interfere, she had made up her mind not to come to Jessie's aid. She still felt a bit piqued at Jessie's avidly greedy observation of her own sex-involvement, and she felt this was the quickest way of restoring their domestic situation to its former harmonious balance.
She cleared her throat and spoke softly. "Give her a good one, Norm," she said.
"You'd better believe it," Norm rasped as his hips began a quick pistoning movement that rolled Jessie's eyes back in her head as her quivering cunt absorbed the initial fiery strokes of a thunderous poking.