Chapter 1

Bill Robinson came out of the door of his luxury apartment, looking rather sheepish because he had a gigantic hard on sticking out in the front of his trousers. It was far too large and obvious to hide and he looked both ways down the corridor to make sure that no other tenants were in a position to take note of his horniness-except one tenant, the redhead across the hall, whom he was going to visit.

Bill was thirty-seven years old. He was a good-looking man with crisp black hair and an easy white-toothed smile. His shoulders were broad and his waist was trim and he was fit from moderate exercise and from exercising moderation. He stood just under six feet tall but looked slightly taller, because of his tapering torso.

Women adored him.

They loved his crisp hair and his trim build, and they were charmed by his smile and his relaxed attitude.

But mainly they loved his prick.

Bill was gifted with a cock that drove girls wild with lust, made their cunts cream and their mouths water. It was ten inches long and was thick in proportion to its length. The shaft was seamed with dark, pulsing veins and the head flared out in a great mushroom-shaped knob. His balls were big and full of spunk. Along with-and complementing-the huge size of his prick, he was also gifted with stamina and potency and, lucky fellow, he could shoot three, or four loads in a row without losing an erection.

It was no wonder that women lusted for him.

And all the women who knew him, were amazed that his wife had run off and left him...

Rebecca Starr, who lived across the hall, was as amazed as anyone-but she was also delighted.

Because she was so readily available, without even leaving the apartment building, Rebecca was the obvious and logical woman to take the place of his runaway wife in taking care of Bill's sexual needs. That was a task that Rebecca welcomed with open arms-and open mouth and legs, as well. She considered herself a lucky girl..

But it was not one-sided.

Rebecca, as a woman, was every bit as desirable as Bill was as a man. She was twenty-seven years old. She had a thick mane of rusty red hair and that hair framed a lovely; sensual face. Her eyes were green, slightly tilted, almost feline. Her mouth was wide and her lips were full. Her cheekbones were high, her chin was firm.

Her body, if anything, was even better.

Rebecca had big, firm, thrusting tits, the full globes capped by stiff nipples that-because she never wore a brassiere-pushed out in twin peaks outlined against the tight sweaters she usually wore, giving visual evidence of her constant readiness to have those nuggets fondled and mouthed. She stood and walked with her back arched, pushing those delightful tits out before her, well aware of the effect that she had on any man who looked at her-and certain women, as well.

She was tall..

Her legs were long and shapely, smooth and unblemished and were designed to spread and to fold themselves around a man's flanks. Her torso was slim and willowy, her belly slightly rounded and her hips flared out into a platform of love. Below that smooth belly and between those sleek thighs, her pussy Was hot and juicy. Her pubic hair was as fiery as that of her head, a triangle of glowing, curly coils like a burning bush surrounding her crotch. Her cunt was creamy, big and hot and wet-but gifted with, skilled muscles so that she could tighten her hole around even the thinnest prick and pull and suck just as if she had a secret mouth inside her loins, dragging the jism from a man's cock and balls by the suction. Her clitoris was large and vibrant, like a little cock almost as it pushed out, stiffening, ready to be rubbed and sucked.

Rebecca was divorced.

She was as horny as Bill.

It was a handy arrangement.

It was not strictly true that Rebecca, who lived across the hall, was the nearest girl to Bill. Not strictly. When Bill's wife ran off, she left their daughter with him.

Debby was a teenager.

In her lithe, nubile way, Debby was every bit as sexy a piece of female flesh as was Rebecca. She was still a virgin, however, very much unlike the older woman, who had started screwing when she was younger than Debby. But despite being cherry, Debby was a randy little thing-a trait inherited, no doubt, from her mother and father, a dominant trait passed on from both of her parents, who fucked like crazy.

Debby did not intend to remain a virgin for long.

She was simply waiting for the right moment in the right place with the right boy.

So, in truth, Debby-not Rebecca-was the closest available cunt to abandoned Bill.

But Bill had no incestuous intentions.

Not yet Bill's affair with Rebecca had begun the same day that his wife, Peggy, had run off.

He had come home from work to find a note on the desk and Peggy gone. She had taken only one suitcase. Did that mean she intended to return? Bill had been puzzled, hurt and confused. The note had been apologetic. Her leaving was a total surprise, for as far as Bill knew they had been getting along very well and had a happy marriage. They seldom fought or argued and they fucked a lot. But Peggy had become the victim of that monstrous modern curse-women's liberation.

She felt-or so she wrote in the note-that she simply had to find out "who she was." That was a total mystery to Bill, who knew just exactly who she was. She was his wife. She had been a virgin when they married and, as far as he knew, she had never been unfaithful to him. Why should she? Bill's cock was as big as anyone could want and he fed it to her with great regularity. Why would she want anyone else? But the thing was that she had never had anyone else. She felt that she must have some experience, that she must discover if she was as desirable to other men as she was to her husband, if her personality and character had become dulled by the years of monogamy. She just had to know..

Bill had read her note several times.

He scratched his head, trying to puzzle it out.

He realized-although she had not specifically stated it-that she had gone off to sleep with other men, and that knowledge caused him to suffer pangs of jealousy.

It also gave him a hard on.

He hated the idea of his wife screwing anyone else and yet, at the same time, he found the idea very exciting.

He imagined, in graphic detail, how it would be, how it would look and how it would sound. Peggy was a loud fuck. She whimpered and wailed and when she came she cried out aloud. He imagined her crying out as her pussy creamed around another man's prick. He thought about a strange man's jism spurting into her cunt. She loved to blow him. Would she blow other men with such relish? Would she milk their pricks dry and swallow all that hot cum?

Those thoughts drove him wild.

His cock swelled to massive proportions.

Then, as fate would have it, Rebecca Starr had rung the doorbell, seeking a cup of sugar...

Bill could not stand up without revealing his thundering hard on. He called out that the door was open. Rebecca came in. They knew one another casually. Rebecca and Peggy were friends in a neighborly fashion. Bill told her to help herself to whatever she wanted. Then, thinking that Rebecca might have some idea, provide some clue, as to why his wife had left him, he asked her directly.

Rebecca hadn't known Peggy was gone. She was surprised.

"Why, how awful for you," she said. "I can't figure it out."

"Surely she'll come home soon." Bill shrugged.

"Will you take her back?" Rebecca asked. He considered it.

"I suppose so," he said.

Rebecca, cup of sugar in hand, came and stand beside Bill where he sat slumped and dejected in a chair.

She eyed him speculatively.

Rebecca had not had a date-and therefore had not been fucked-for several days at the moment. She flicked her pink tongue across her lower lip and her eyes gleamed.

She said, "I think that Peggy is a fool to leave a lovely man like you, Bill."

Bill looked up at her.

"She won't find anyone more . . . attractive," she said.

"Well, thanks," he said. He managed a grin, despite his despondency. "But the thing is, she is going to have other men. Whether they're better than I or not doesn't really matter. I hate the thought of Peggy putting her pussy around town."

"And what about you?" she asked. "What do you mean?"

"While your wife is out screwing other men, what are you going to do for love, Bill?"

They gazed at each other.

"I hadn't thought of that yet," he said. Rebecca grinned.

"But you've got a great big hard on," she said.

Bill blushed-but not deeply. "So I have," he agreed.

Rebecca put the cup down on the end table. She stood, facing him. She was smiling with her lips but the look in those jade green eyes was far from amused. She licked her lips.

Bill's head was tilted back as he gazed up at her. His cock stretched his trousers up like a tent.

"Shall I?" Rebecca asked, her voice husky. "What?" he croaked.

"Shall I empty it for you, Bill?"

Bill groaned softly?. He nodded.

"I'd like that," he said. Rebecca was still grinning.

"What are good neighbors for?" she said. Bill had been stunned by his wife's departure and now he was doubly stunned by Rebecca's offer, unexpected as it had been. He just sat there, staring at her, his prick pounding away like a jack hammer in his pants. Rebecca understood that it was up to her to take the initiative this first time. That was no hardship at all. She knelt before him and began to rub his cock through his trousers. When she felt that surging coil of hot meat, she gasped in delight. It had looked huge. In her hands, it felt even bigger.

She began to unbuckle his, belt. "Oh, I'm going to love this," she said. Her hands moved slowly, teasingly-teasing herself as much as she was teasing Bill, prolonging the baring of that massive prick for which she was lusting, savoring the pleasure of the anticipation.

His belt slid free.

She began tugging at the clasp of his zipper, inching it down millimeter by millimeter.

"I want to empty your balls, Bill," she whispered.

His cock lurched mightily, threatening to tear right through the fabric of his fly.

"I'll take it in my mouth, darling," she whispered. "The first time. I'll let you shoot in my mouth and I'll swallow all that hot, thick, delicious cum-I'll milk you dry and drink it all, Bill! Oh! I want to! I want to suck you off! My mouth is watering for your prick, darling-I'm starving for your jism!"

Her erotic words were every bit as exciting as the feel of her caressing hands. Bill's prick began to throb and pound violently. He felt light headed, as if so much blood had rushed into his cock that his brain was starved for oxygen-as starved as this delicious redhead was for his hot load of cum. He squirmed around in the chair. She bowed her head over him, her fiery tresses brushing over his crotch. He placed one hand against her cheek, stroking gently.

Rebecca drew the zipper down all the way. His cock charged out, naked and thundering.

It had felt bigger than it looked when it was encased in his trousers, but now Rebecca gave a little squeal of joy as she saw how truly massive that prick was. She drew back slightly, so that she could gaze at it as she anticipated the pleasure before her. The head of his cock. was flaring out from the stalk, flushed purple, throbbing. The cleft was parted and a dribble of preliminary spunk glistened on the hot meat. Bill arched his back, pushing his prick towards her face.

She blew her heated breath on. the knob.

Bill moaned.

Rebecca reached into his fly and hauled his balls out, wanting his whole meat rack bared before her. She had never before encountered such a tasty-looking cock. Her mouth was drooling for it. Her tongue was tingling like a clitoris and her lips trembled like cunt lips. She felt as if her mouth had magically turned into a cunt. Still she delayed, thrilled by the prospect, prolonging the pleasure. Her green eyes almost crossed as they turned in, gazing hungrily at the swollen head of his cock, and her whole body began to vibrate with desire.

"Suck it," he croaked.

His hand, on her cheek, urged her down.

"Ummm," she sighed.

She cupped his bloated balls in one hand, squeezing gently, feeling the huge load of cream that was stored up inside that swollen sac of hairy flesh.

She folded the other hand around the root of his shaft, holding it in her fist like a club. But she did not move her hand up and down. She didn't want to jerk him off, she didn't want to do the job with her hand, she wanted to do it all with her hot mouth. She merely held him, stalk and balls, steady for her tongue and lips. Bill squirmed. He was panting now, his broad chest rising and falling. His prick seemed to be panting, too. The huge, purple knob flared in and out like a lung pumping air into his loins.

Rebecca bobbed her head down.

Her tongue pushed out and lapped lightly at the tip of his swollen cockhead, licking up the sticky, coating of cum that had already moistened the hot meat.

"Ummm-yummy," she sighed.

Bill groaned again. He was desperate to plunge his seething prick into her mouth, but he fought against the impulse, knowing that this sexy redhead was an artist and that he must allow her to perform her art in her own time-and that he would enjoy it all the more for allowing her to weave her oral magic as she wished.

She tongued all around his cockhead, slurping and lapping, pausing from time to time as she savored the succulent flavor on her tingling tastebuds.

Going down lower, she licked his balls, lifting them with her hand so that she could cup her tongue around underneath the laden sac. She began to run her tongue up his shaft, long-lapping from balls to knob, then altered the strokes, criss-crossing back and forth along the trail of the fat, dark, trembling vein. She flutter kissed him at the electric spot where his shaft expanded into his knob. Bill was squirming, abandoned to wild lust. Jism seeped from his cleft in a steady flow, running sluggishly down his fat knob and onto his shaft. Rebecca lapped the sticky joyjuice up as it poured down. It worked like an appetizer. The taste made her hungry for the full load to come.

She placed her lips against the tip of his cock.

"Don't come too soon," she whispered, speaking with her lips against him so that he felt her words run down his prick at the same time that he heard them with his ears.

Bill wasn't so sure that he could comply with that request, for his cock and balls were ready to explode.

"Not too soon," she said again. "I want to drink your cum but I want to suck on your meat for a long time, first . . . " She whimpered. Her own words, expressing her passion, made her even hornier. "I love a mouthful of big, hot cock."

She kissed the tip of his cock.

She let her lips part as she kissed him and her head slowly pushed down. She took the head of his prick into her lips, sucking on it, then took it farther back into her mouth. She paused there, with only the knob in her mouth and the fat stalk bare between them, like a fleshy bolt connecting his balls to her lips. Her tongue curled around it and flashed back and forth against the underside of his cockhead while her lips pulled hungrily on the delicious mouthful. Her eyes narrowed. Her expression was one of rapture, of ecstasy, filled with the bliss of having her mouth full of hard prick.

Then she began to bob her head up and down.

She fed his prick into her mouth, more and more each time, her lips sliding far down the shaft and then pulling and dragging back up to the swollen knob. Her fist held him steady as she took him in. Her lips writhed and her tongue flared. She was half-crazed by lust, by hunger, ravenous and voracious. Whimpered gasps escaped from her well-stuffed maw, muted by his meat, muffled around the big mouthful of prick that she was savoring. Sucking him made her just as hot as being sucked was making Bill. Her lips were pushing down almost to the root now, touching against her own steadying hand. She took her hand away, wanting to swallow every inch of his long, fat cock.

His knob lodged in her throat.

Her nose nestled in his pubic hair and her chin brushed against his balls as she fed the whole thing to her hungry mouth.

His cockhead was dribbling steadily. The jism ran onto her tongue and washed about in her cheeks. She let it slide down her throat and she sucked hungrily for more as her lips pulled up and pushed down. She knew he was ready to shoot. She could feel it in his balls and she felt his massive prick expand even more.

She was ready for it.

"Come," she moaned, speaking with her mouth full. "Come for me, darling. Pour that sweet stuff into my mouth, let me drink all that hot jism! Feed me your cum, Bill-"

Bill arched his back spasmodically, as if he had just received a high voltage shock. He pushed his prick up and Rebecca's mouth pushed down, taking it all. He cried out. His balls exploded in her hand and the hot sap rushed up his stalk. Rebecca held his prick deep in her mouth and felt the deluge gush out. The thick scum burst into her throat. It tilled her mouth to the brim. She swallowed quickly, making room for more, but his load was too great. She couldn't take it all. Cum bubbled from her compressed lips and poured down onto his balls. Spun after spurt hosed her and she kept sucking greedily, unable to get enough of the delicious juice of joy.

"Ummm-ummm-ummm," she purred.

Bill collapsed.

He felt as if she had sucked more than a load of cum out of his cock and balls-as if she had dragged his blood and bone out through his prick, had sucked the very life force from him.

Rebecca continued to suck.

She was fairly inhaling his prick, desperate to milk every last drop of cum from him. His knob had stopped spurting now, but a few last drops trickled onto her tongue. She slurped them down, then used her nimble tongue to lap up the stray drops that had escaped her lips and run down onto his balls.

She leaned back, smiling up at him with creamy lips, her expression one of great satisfaction.

"That," he sighed, "was wonderful."

"Delicious, too," she said.

It was obvious that she had enjoyed blowing him. Bill, who was strictly heterosexual, had never been able to understand what pleasure a girl took in sucking a prick, but he knew damned well that when a girl enjoyed doing it, she did it best. And he loved to eat pussy, himself-he supposed it was the same thing. His wife, too, loved to give head but he chose not to think about that at the moment and under the circumstances, because she might at that very moment be sucking some other man off. He gazed down at the kneeling redhead, looking at her over the head of his cock as if it were a gun sight.

His cock was still rampant.

It had diminished slightly and softened a bit, but not much-and Rebecca had taken note of that, to her delight. She adored sucking a man off but sometimes that led to frustration, for once a fellow had emptied his prick into her mouth, sometimes he could not get it up again to fuck her. She saw that with Bill Robinson that was not going to be a problem. She could suck that succulent prick to her heart's content and drink all the jism she wanted and still have.

plenty of rigid meat left for her creamy cunt.

She wanted that now.

Bill gave it to her.

They fucked up a storm on the living room floor and then they went into the bedroom and fucked some more.

Rebecca figured that Bill's wife would soon return.

The woman was a fool to leave such a lover. She hoped that Peggy did not come home too soon.

CHAPTGER TWO Now Peggy had been gone for two weeks.

Bill and Rebecca had made love every day.

Peggy had phoned home once to ask about Debby and to assure Bill that she was all right and that she would probably be coming home soon-if he still wanted her back. The phone conversation had been cautious. She had said nothing about what she was doing and Bill had not asked any indelicate questions. But he had wondered and when he went over to Rebecca's.

after the phone call, he had been particularly horny. They had screwed three times without pausing. Talking to his errant wife had inspired the man.

Today, as he stepped sheepishly into the hallway, sporting a huge hard on, Bill had been inspired once again.

But not by his wife's promiscuity.

Bill had seen his daughter with her boyfriend . .

He stepped across the ball; his cock sticking out like a pointer before him, guiding the way to Rebecca's door. He rang the bell. Rebecca opened the door almost immediately for she had been expecting him to pay her a visit. It was Saturday morning and she had not had to go to work and, therefore, had not yet gotten dressed. She was wearing a semi-transparent black negligee that clung in silken caress to her curves, dropping like a veil from her thrusting tits and sweeping her belly and thighs. The triangular outline of her pubic thicket could be seen, shadowy, through the thin material.

Rebecca smiled.

She noticed his hard on. It would have been hard not to notice it, big as it was.

"Oooooh," she purred.

Bill grinned and stepped past her into the vestibule. Rebecca closed the door. When she turned, Bill swept her into his arms and kissed her passionately on the lips. His tongue pushed into her mouth and she sucked on it just as if it were a cock. Her own tongue glided against his like two serpents mating in a moist cavern. His big hands cupped her juicy ass and drew her loins tight to his own, and his huge pecker carved an indentation in her soft belly.

She clung to him.

Bill lowered his face. Rebecca, guessing his intentions, opened the front of her negligee and he began to mouth her tits and suck her stiff nipples. She held his head to her breast, loving the attention of his tongue and lips, squirming against him. She didn't know what had brought this desperate passion on, but she loved it all the same. She looked down the hall toward the bedroom, but Bill made no move to go there. His head switched back and forth as he sucked both nipples in turn, then ran his tongue through her deep cleavage.

His hand ran up her thigh.

He cupped her crotch. Her pussy was already wet and open, and he dipped his fingers into the juicy slot and massaged her tingling clit with his thumb.

Rebecca began to tremble against him.

"Darling," she moaned, softly. "Darling ..."

But Bill was not in a romantic mood. He was in a horny mood, the need purely physical at the moment. He placed his hands on her wide, smooth hips . and, gently turned her around. Rebecca, not sure what he intended-although game as always for anything- looked back over her shoulder, her eyebrows raised.

Bill could not even wait to go the short distance down to the bedroom. He was even hotter now that he had been the day his wife left or the day that she telephoned. There was a polished table beside the door, where Rebecca kept the mail that came through the slot until she was ready to deal with it. Bill moved her towards the table, standing behind her, his prick throbbing against her ass.

Rebecca was bemused.

She was thrilled as well. She was a girl who enjoyed and appreciated novelty and variety and if Bill wanted to screw her in the hallway, it was fine with her. Later she might ask him why but at the moment she was eager for his prick.

She leaned on the table with both hands, pushing her hips and ass back towards him.

She heard the rasp of-his zipper ash. opened his fly and felt the heat of his blazing prick waft over her ass. He lifted her negligee above the waist. She spread her thighs. For a moment he did not move and she knew that he was gazing at her creamy gash from the back. She loved to have him look at her naked body. It made her hot all over, as if his eyes were lasers. She loved to have him gaze at her tits and she liked to feel her nipples stiffen under that gaze and, most of all, she loved to have him stare at her cunt. Knowing that he was staring at her pussy caused the labia to spread out into an oval and caused her slot to fill with cuntjuice and her clitoris to swell and begin to throb.

She hiked her ass higher and spread her thighs farther apart.

Bill wrapped his fist wound the root of his cock and guided the head to Rebecca's cunt. He didn't enter her at once. He began to run his cockhead around in her crotch, caressing her with it. Her cunt lips sucked on it, trying to drag him up her hole. He rubbed his pecker head up and down against her love bud, causing her to vibrate all over. She could hear her pussy squish under that caress. She felt so hot that she thought her cunt might suddenly ignite, bursting into flames, and his cockhead already felt as if it were on fire.

"Oh! Oh!" she gasped. "Oh, darling-put it up me, put that big prick up my cunt! Fuck me, darling!"

Bill braced his thighs and tightened his ass. He ran the whole huge load up her snatch with the first long, under slung thrust. He filled her cunt to the. brim with cockmeat, spreading her hole wide around his massive prong.

He held the full penetration for a few moments, savoring the thrill of having every inch of his prick buried in hot pussy and letting her thrill to the joy of being stuffed chock-a-block full of pecker. She began to work her cunt muscles before he moved. They dragged up his cock in a sequence of contracting rings, as if she were masturbating him with her cunt. Her hole rippled from root to knob. His prick began to pulse in tempo, swelling as her cunt clutched it. He gasped her by the hipbones with both hands, holding her by the handles of love and Rebecca reached back between her widespread thighs and grasped his balls. She pulled, urging him to move.

Then Bill began to fuck her.

Slowly, at first, he fed the meat to her twat. He drew back until only the head was in her slot, paused, then slipped the whole load back up her. Rebecca humped her ass and twisted her hips, screwing her cunt onto his cock like a nut onto a bolt. Bill altered his angle of approach from stroke to stroke. He came in low, dipping at the knees, so that every inch of his fat prick ran across her taut love nugget, then he plowed in from a higher angle, running his stalk down her ass. He pushed in from one side, then the other. She fondled his balls lovingly, devotedly, worshipping the fat bag that contained all that thick joy juice that she so much adored.

His hands slid up from her hips and massaged her tits, his fingers rolled her swollen nipples.

Rebecca was shooting her hips out like pistons now, the cheeks of her ass rising and falling in rotation as she ground her cunt around on his cock. Cunt juice poured from her well stuffed lovebox and ran down into her crotch, coating her clit and pouring in creamy ribbons down the smooth flesh of her inner thighs. The hot juice soaked his balls as he plowed in to the hilt! His cock pulled out glistening with the sweet stuff, then ran back in, hissing in the heat of her hole.

He began moving faster.

Rebecca kept pace with him.

He was fairly pouring the prick to her flow, slamming in savagely. Her ass tilted upwards as his big plunger rammed in. His cock was like a crowbar, prying at her cunt across the fulcrum of her clit. It felt so huge as it filled her that she half expected her hips to spring out of their sockets. She looked down at her belly, thinking she might see the outline of his pecker pressing out in a fat furrow. Her cunt had adjusted perfectly to the huge load, clinging to every inch, molded to the contours of his cock and sucking urgently on the plunging meat.

Rebecca was ready to cream.

"Come," she wailed, wanting him to reach the peak with her, to feel his spunk flood her cunt even as her cunt melted. "Shoot that hot jism up my cunt, darling-fill me with cum!"

Bill gasped.

His hands left her tits and clamped upon her hipbones again, holding her steady as he thrust in. His cock surged. It expanded, spreading her wider, the huge knob like a ball of molten iron deep within her. She felt his sac well as his orgasm came rushing towards the crest. She squeezed as if to pump the cum out of his balls into her womb.

Bill howled like an animal.

His cock blew a tremendous geyser of thick cream into her pussy just as Rebecca reached her own peak and her cunt melted in a creamy flood. His spurt hosed her with such force that it almost lifted her right off the floor as if she had been standing astride Old Faithful just as it erupted. She could feel the burning lava fill her, blending with her equally hot cunt juice.

His hands tightened on her hips, dragging her back onto his prick, his belly jammed tightly against her ass. He poured a second great wad of jism into her, then a third. Each time she felt his cum gush into her, her cunt responded with another spasm of juicy joy. Cum and cunt juice, intermingled, came bubbling in a frothy torrent from her pussy. It soaked his belly and balls and flooded down her thighs.

"Come . . . come . . . come . . ." she wailed, wanting more, knowing that as long as he kept pouring the stuff into her, her own wonderful orgasm would keep flooding from her along with him.

And Bill kept coming.

Rebecca had never known a man to come with such abundance. She had never had so much spunk poured into her cunt, even on the few occasions when she had been gangbanged by several men, one after the other. He seemed to be an endless fountain of jism, his balls bottomless, his prick a goblet that could never be drained. He hosed her with geyser after geyser. It seemed as if he had already poured a bucketful of the stuff into her, and still it came flooding out.

Then, at last, he was drained.

He collapsed over her, clinging to her for a moment, belly to ass, then staggered back. His prick pulled from her clutching cunt and bobbed up and down before his loins as if undecided whether it should soften or stand firm. He leaned against the wall, panting.

"Jesus," he croaked.

Rebecca slowly turned, her legs unsteady. She was smiling with happy contentment. She looked at her lover. His prick jutted out, still hard despite his tremendous ejaculation, like some big cantilever that was bracing him against the wall. The shaft and knob glistened with cum and cunt juice.

Rebecca moved to him.

Bending down, she took his prick into her mouth and sucked the juice from him. She loved the taste of cum and cunt juice, blended together into a tasty sauce. In fact, naughty girl that she was, Rebecca rather liked the taste of cunt juice on its own, truth be known-but together, the juices were delicious.

She sucked him clean and then used her tongue to polish his knob until it glowed.

"Want to go to the bedroom now?" she asked.

Bill nodded. He moved unsteadily away from the wall. Rebecca put her arm around his waist and they went down the hallway side by side, both weak in the knees, supporting each other.

Bill stretched out on the bed.

Rebecca curled up beside him, her head on his belly. She began playing with his prick.

She hoped that he could summon up another creamy deluge as big as the first for her mouth.

Before she went down on him, she asked, "What brought that on, darling? I've never known any guy to come that much."

Then, while she sucked his cock, he told her . .