Chapter 13
Hank was horny and Mrs. Bell wasn't making it any easier for him. She leaned over his shoulder as he went over the sheets of distribution schedules and pressed her large, soft, lovely tits into his back as her "Gold Shadows" perfume seeped and oozed into his brain.
"God, but you're making it tough for me to concentrate!" He turned in his chair and reached for her tantalizing, cuddlesome ass-mounds. But she jumped away, laughing teasingly.
"Not yet! I have a business to run. Get the work done and then we'll see." And she went into her office, her hips swinging provocatively, looking back at him invitingly, her eyes literally smoldering with sensual promise.
Shit! Hank's prick was hard and hurting a little. He needed some fucking now, but she was the boss and right. He tried to put the promised pussy out of his mind as he checked and sorted the figures, broke them down into routes and finally handed each driver-salesman his load for the day. It was eleven o'clock before he secured the main front delivery doors and rapped on Mrs. Bell's office door.
"Yes," she called, "come in."
She was on the phone talking business to New York or somewhere. Hank slipped behind her, reached around and cupped her resilient warm globes, one in each hand and nuzzled her neck. Mrs. Bell placed her hand over the phone and moaned softly, then asked, "Are they all gone?"
Hank lip-nibbled her neck and nodded, while gently mashing and rolling her vibrant domes of pleasure.
"Look!" Mrs. Bell half panted into the phone. "I'll call you back. Something has come up. I've got to go," and she hung up.
Hank grinned while nuzzling her neck. "You're damn sure right there!" he said. "Something is up. Here!" He took her hand and set it on his stiff, erect, hardened cock.
"Ohhhh!" Mrs. Bell moaned. "Let me see!" and she unzipped his fly and dug his cock out from his shorts.
It was such a pretty prick, Mrs. Bell thought, not at all as ugly and old as her late husband's. Hank's cock had the ivory incandescence of lustful youth. His prick wasn't so large, but it was big enough. His glans-penis was a thick maroon and slightly arrow-shaped to ease into virgin runts. The long shaft shimmered with inner lascivious harvest and was crisscrossed with tiny bluish veins that were pushed outward from the firmness of his hard-on.
Mrs. Bell waved her nose an inch or so from the scintillating knob and could feel and smell the male erotic musk as it radiated from the pleasure pole. She loved to suck cock. Just loved it! She leaner forward and gently set her ardent lips over the sponge-rubber, succulent marshmallow,, then lappet teasingly at the wee pee hole as his prick jerked from her efforts.
"Ohhhshitt." Hank groaned from the luscious licking and dug his hands into her fluffy head to show his delight. It was so good! So God damn wonderfully good. He eased his hands to the back of her head and pulled her glutinous, hot, salivating mouth over and onto his raging, sparkling, volcanic prick. Shit! If she didn't quit, he would cum! But he couldn't seem to say-the words to warn her, Her insistent, erotic, scorching mouth was inhaling his cock clear down her tender throat and only stopped when his pubic hairs brushed against her nose.
Hank had never had such a blow job in his life, Oh, he had had his cock sucked. Shit, Mrs. Bell hat sucked him acouple of days ago. But he had never had his whole cock swallowed like she was doing now. "Ohhhhffuckkk," he groaned as the glimmering, captivating, cannibal deliciousness rumbled his balls and turned his brain into a craving, enchanting, frenzied mass of raging desire. "Suck it," he panted. "Oh shit! Swallow it all!"
Mrs. Bell complied with gluttonous intensity. It felt so good to have an aroused, churning, exquisite pole of unprecedented, sensuous gristle sawing in and out, up and down her starved throat. Oh Lord! How she had missed sucking cock!
She loved the tangy, musky taste of the delicious, scorching sceptre. She loved the feel of the inner desires, of the building carnal harvest as his cock swelled and stiffened like an explosive, thunderous spigot gone raging mad. But most of all, she soared in glorious, lascivious luxury as the fires of salacious magnificence assaulted and stimulated her own love-juiced, leaking, heated cunt. The lustrous conflagration in her mouth and throat caused ripe, rapturous sparks of ecstatic surrender to spread throughout her body and brain. She was giving and receiving succulent, sensuous, lustful pleasure as she worked her swallowing muscles to entrap and squeeze, to milk and prime the raging, rigid rammer that was propelling in and out of her throat.
"OOHHHHH FFFFUUCCKKKK! ! " Hank bellowed and his prick splashed gobs of boiling hot jism deep in her throat. "I can't hold it!"
Mrs. Bell didn't care. This was what she desired. This sudden raging,. boiling, spurting jerking of chloride-salty deliciousness coupled with the orgasmic surrendering joy that she had caused. She gulped and sucked greedily at Hank's jerking spigot while her own ecstatic ecstasy-harvest drooled from her palpitating cunt.
When Hank finally forced his drained, supersensitive cock from her mouth, Mrs. Bell licked the inside of her mouth for more of the fragrant fluid and grinned. "Now can I finish my phone call?" she said. "Or do we do it again?"
"Finish the call," Hank panted for breath, "but I'll be ready to go again when you finish. I want some more of your twitching ass."
Mrs. Bell grinned. "You devil, I was hoping you would ask that. You recoup. This won't take long." Hank took the time to eat lunch. Mrs. Bell finished about the time he started on his second sandwich.
"'Nother for me?" She looked in his brown bag. "Only an apple. Be my guest. I think you've earned it."
Mrs. Bell took the apple and began eating it but seemed concerned about something. "Does your wife know about us?"
Hank was a little startled. He hadn't thought about it. "No. I don't think so. What's the problem?"
"No problem for me. I was just thinking of you" She grinned. "Are you able to harden up? You're still on your honeymoon, you know."
Hank laughed. "It's like a brick. In fact, it wasn't me that chickened out after our little wrestling the other day. It was the wife. And speaking of hardening up?" Hank pouched out his pelvis to show Mrs. Bell his half-hard prick. "I'm ready."
"I see you are." Mrs. Bell tossed the apple in the waste basket and started to undress. "You mean your wife is a little frigid?"
Hank started to shed his clothes when he saw her undressing. "No. Far from it," he said. "I just don't think she would give a damn one way or another. I give her all she wants."
"Not tonight, you won't." Mrs. Bell released her bra and swallowed her still perspiration-glistening, satin smooth, creamy globes to tremble free of the restraint. "Because I'm going to screw your eyeballs out."
After the training of Grace and the previous control he had exercised, plus just emptying his balls, Hank was doubly sure he could ride her forever if needed. "A bet." Hank stepped out of his pants and shorts and stood naked, his still reddened cock standing straight outward. "If I make you quit, I get a ten dollar a week raise. You make me quit, I give back ten bucks. Agreed?"
Mrs. Bell was breathing hard from the sight of Hank's wonderful tool, waving so sensuously before her. "Deal," she said. "Come on," and she lay on the couch, waiting for the contest to begin. But, Hank had other plans.
The trick to making a woman quit was in her clitoris. That magic little miniature penis was the most erogenous, tender, most sensitive part of a woman. Hank knew there was no way that he could fuck her into submission. Hell! A hole is a hole, and he could break his back but nothing would happen. But her clitoris! Aww, that's where all women were vulnerable. Hank ignored the open invitation to crawl between her velvet, glittering thighs and plunge his cock into her pinkish, cum wet heated cavern and knelt beside her instead.
"First some sucking and chewing," he said and gently mouthed one of her ardent, aroused nipples and gently chewed on the succulent morsel.
Hank loved to play with women this way. Of course, he didn't like it when he had love-stones in his balls, but now that he had just had his cock sucked dry, he could afford the lascivious pleasure. He sucked her gleaming nipple into his mouth and pulled backwards on the node so that her whole breast strained upward from his suction. At the same time, he flat-handed, mashed her other quivering, excited breast and rolled his palm and dug into the gluteal fat as if to extract the carnal harvest that trembled and radiated from within.
Mrs. Bell moaned from his efforts and writhed her body and pelvis in her impatience to fuck, but Hank knew what he was doing. Maybe it went back to babyhood when he suckled for the food that these lovelies contained, but sucking and mouthing and licking and squeezing and digging fingers into the majestic mounds of womanhood tingled his body and warmed his innermost erogenous feelings, Reluctantly he released one of the churning, pudding-soft globes and spider-crawled his hand down her satin smooth yet inner hard body to her torrid, love-juice leaking, super-soft velvet cunt and paused his hand just over the glowing, churning pussy. Now he was going to work. Now he would soften her up!
Mrs. Bell was enjoying! She hadn't been fucked, or sucked a cock since her husband had died last year, and now, out of the blue, not only was she getting her tubes cleaned out, but it was being done by a stiff-cocked, horny young fellow. Shit. He couldn't out-fuck her. She had a year's worth of wanting stored up in her insatiable pussy. Still, she loved the bet. She loved the driving, wild gluttony of youth and the recuperative powers of a young stud at the height of his fucking powers.
And what if she did lose? So what was ten dollars a week more or less in her swollen bank account. During her year of abstinence she had learned that money was a poor substitute for a hard, wild, plunging, fucking prick. But of course, she couldn't lose. She could fuck forever. But lord! how she wished he would get at it!
His glorious lips were sparking lustrous tingles of erotic glee from her tumultuous, tremulous breasts and his hot, tempting hand lay just over her cum-oozing charring cunt. "Fuck me!" she panted while lifting and offering her impatient burrow for his meat. "Get on, please, fuck me!"
Hank grinned inside of himself and eased his finger into her captivating, downy-soft, searing cunt and tantalizingly rubbed around the oozing, glowing vulva lips. He would win. All this and money tool He plunged two fingers into her salivating, torrid cave and felt her quiver with shimmering, lustful desire and moan and buck her pussy for more.
"Ohhh Jesus!" She waved her head from side to side. "Oh get on me. Fuck me. Get on. Get on! I'm ready!" But Hank wasn't.
He put three of his fingers together to simulate a cock and began to finger-fuck her with them. In and out of her raging, gushing crater. In and up, spread his fingers, then back together and drag them out. Slowly, titillating, teasingly, in and out while he sucked and nibbled on her now vibrant, insistent breast.
"Ohh damn you!" Mrs. Bell Hopped her head in sensuous bliss, while splaying her legs for more of his delicious, gratifying gyrations. "Fuck me! FUCK ME!"
Hank was more than enjoying himself. He could feel the exquisite, precious, volatile goodness begin in his nuts and radiate throughout his groin. His masturbation of Mrs. Bell was not only giving her fits but it was sending salacious, splendid, impelling passion within himself. Still, he could control it a bit longer.
He stopped his three-finger-fucking of Mrs. Bell at just the moment when she arched her whole body for more of his libidinous fingers. She was on the verge of cumming and he didn't want her to do that just yet. He wanted to bring her to the edge of insane orgasm, then drag her back. He wanted her to wear away in wanting. He slid his fingers up her churning, gushing chalice and sought out her hidden, erect, agitated clitoris and pinch-pulled on the electric fuck-button.
"OOOHHHHEEEE!" Mrs. Bell screamed and froze her body in a rigid arch. When Hank released the miniature penis she fell back panting and sweating, her whole body trembling in the wake of the orgasmic harvest. Now was the time! Now he had her good. He released his lip grip on her crinkled, hard nipple and began his slow, suck-licking tongue journey down her velutinous, salty, perspiration-covered, writhing body to put the finishing touches on this fuck-contest:
Mrs. Bell was beside herself in ravenous, desire. This wonderful stud had boiled up her most lascivious, salacious wants and had concentrated the intense ecstasy in her thrashing, bucking clitoris. Now she wanted more. More! His marvelous talented fingers had released her volcanic orgasm button and were once more three-finger-fucking in and out of her gripping, delirious fuck-ravine and his lascivious lips were burning intense, glorious tantalizing sparklets toward her churning, gushing hole.
She felt his glutinous mouth pause just before swallowing her craving cavern and thrust her pelvis upward into his enchanting sucking lips. When he took her entire quim into his singeing mouth she screamed again in ecstatic cum-ecstasy and scissor gripped his titillating head with her desirous thighs.
Slowly he released and licked great thunderous sparks of majestic preciousness from her palpitating cunt, then his fiery tongue found and inhaled her razing, insatiable, explosive clitoris and her mind turned into a fuck-cum maelstrom of insane rapture. The thunderbolts of orgasmic bliss jerked and shattered her senses and thrashed her groin and leg muscles into an uncontrollable conflagration of bucking, jerking, thrusting, and retreating. It was sc ungodly heavenly, yet hurt with such excruciating surrender that she was helpless in her erotic stupor.
Hank knew he had her beaten. All he had to do was continue his sucking and lip pulling on her explosive fuck-button and she couldn't continue. Yet, he didn't want to win just yet. The unparalleled Sensuous goodness that he was giving her was affecting his throbbing cock. All the luxurious, precious, mind-boggling delight of cumming was teetering and thrashing in his balls. He wanted to cum so badly that he started to reach for his cock and jack off, then he stopped himself.
That would be stupid. Real stupid. Why in the hell should he jack off and end up fucking the world when there was a soft, wanton, eager, thrashing woman under his spell that would do anything at the moment he wanted. He quickly spun around to make his volatile cock available to her panting, pleading mouth.. He released her convulsing clitoris just long enough to order her, "Suck it! God damn it! Suck it!"
When he felt her satin soft, scorching hot, salivating, sucking, grasping mouth close over his erogenous, thrill throbbing hammer, he gulped her twitching, ripe clitoris into his mouth and suck masturbated the raging node as fast as he could.
Hank felt his balls split open from the ecstatic bliss of cock-sucking and quivered as the insane sensuous pleasure roared up his throbbing shaft and spit-gushed into her ravenous mouth. He wanted to scream from the delicious wonderment of orgasm cum-bliss but Mrs. Bell was spasming in an orgasm maelstrom of her own.
He plunged his roaring, rapturous, cumming prick in and out of her greedy mouth as he gave ecstasy like he was receiving. When he could no longer stand the sucking, draining, unprecedented joy, he pulled his still jerking cock from her mouth and released her spasming clitoris. Both lay on their sides gasping for breath.
"Well." Hank finally got his breath. "You win, but it was worth it. God damn, but you sure can suck cock!"
"No!" Mrs. Bell swallowed and caught her breath. "You win! I gave up just before you came. But, I want a rematch."
They both looked at each other and laughed.