Chapter 4
Ava MUST have eaten pussy before! Conni thought, savoring the sweet nuances of her climb toward her peak. But then some chicks are just natural gobblers. She loves it, she's working and licking and nibbling like she was starved for oral sex! I can't wait to get my tongue In HER cunt! Too bad Hal won't go for a threesome-he could be here right now horsing her cund He likes that doggie-fashion fucking. I have to save some goodies for him, he'll want a welcome-home fuck tonight. Love that finger. up my anus! Imagine Ava giving me that! I bet Hat got a finger up her backside. Ohhhh, slid I'm ready!
"Ohhhhh, bring it, honey!" Conni panted. "Suck it hard!"
Ava moaned, her tongue diving in Conni's cunt hole, her finger worming deeper into Conni's anus. Ava's ass was hunching at the bed, she acted like she was almost into a climax herself. Ava's lips had a fine softness and aliveness; she was really eating cunt! Ava's tongue felt six inches long!
Suddenly, just as Conni's achy cut flexed for the go-off, the finger came out of Conni's anus, the red, swollen mouth lifted from Conni's pussy, and the lush brunette scrambled forward, plastering her cunt to Conni's uptilted cunny!
"Ughhhh OHHHH!" Ava whined, jamming her hips furiously. "I'm-cummmming, honey! I just gotta fuck you!"
Conni shouted her joy as Ava's tits bedded into Conni's hand-fondled titties. Ava's rump bobbed furiously, their runts slapped juicily, and Conni's cut began to throb out her come-fun! It was like their earlier fuck, except that Ava was taking over, pounding Conni's ass into the bed, grinding her hardened cut at Conni's twitching, coming cunt!
Their mingles cries echoed around the bedroom, the bed springs creaked, and Conni felt the sweet pulsatings of the brunette's cunt-come, even more violent than before! Conni clutched at the straining figure above her, uphunching through her goodies, their cunts pounding juicily together as if they had been fucking each other for years!
"UGHHHH-OHHHH, that's good cuuuuuuunt!" Ava whimpered, past her peak and still slapping her box at Conni's fluttering, opened twat.
"Yes, yessssl" Conni panted, knowing the glory of conquest. They would have plenty of fun together from now oil "You got the best pussy in town!"
Their heavings slowed, their bodies softened, their lips met in a long, passionate, lingering kiss, their tongues telling what their runts and breasts knew already.
"Nice, modem store you have here," Angie Hull smiled at Hal Layton. Angie owned the dress shop two doors away. She was new in the Spokane area; she had a very good bod and a full upped mouth, a beautiful pair of tits, if the jersey told the truth. A bit heavy in the ass and legs, but that was better than skinniness. Her flared-bottom pants were very mod, snug.
"Aren't you closed today, Angier he asked, feeling a tingle in his cock.
"Oh, yes-but doing some unpacking. Where's that pretty wife of yours?"
"At the apartment. She just got back from Seattle-haven't seen her yet," he grinned.
"Might be interesting when you do get home," Angie said, winking.
"Yeah,". he chuckled. "I haven't seen you with a boyfriend." She wore no rings; the story was that she had been recently divorced. She was one big healthy bundle of woman, perhaps near his own age.
"I haven't seen any interesting men until I spotted you," Angie cooed throatily. She had a rich contralto voice. Her thick dark hair was cut rather short, but she had good neck lines. Her makeup was very expertly put on to accent her high cheeks bones, that sensual mouth. He was guessing she was maybe one fourth colored, but perhaps not Negro. Hard to tall.
They were standing at the back of the store, near the prescription counter, and Patty Helm, the pad time clerk, was taking care of customers up front.
"Maybe we can do something about that," , he smiled, getting a good surge of cock hunger. She had it, she knew she had it. A slight squaring of her wide shoulders, a gentle provocative sway of her big tits inside the jersey said they were-real. The nipples indented the stretchy fabric; she was having a little turn-on herself.
"Call me when you can get away from that sexy young wife of yours," Angie smiled. Her dark eyes flicked down at his basket; she winked again.
"Just like that, huh?" he chuckled.
"When I see something I like, I go after it, big man," she laughed. "Say, I need a new clerk, I don't know many people around. Any ideas?"
He thought instantly of Ava Wilton. She was not making very good money in the department store and she knew women's clothes.
"Sure, I know a girl. I'll tell her to see you. Attractive and knows how to dress."
"Good," Angie smiled, giving him another high-voltage look. "This sure is different from San Francisco. Are you shocked?"
"Baby, you couldn't shock me," he grinned. "Want to step in the back room a minute? I have something I want to show you."
Angie laughed. "Well, today has been dull. All work and no play." She glanced toward the front of the store. "What about your cute clerk?"
"Hell, she's busy-come on, if you're not chicken," he said.
She giggled, following him around the counter and into his rear quarters. Conni had bought an old sofa for resting when she was not tied up with customers. A square of carpet and good drapes gave it a rather homey look. The john was nearby, very handy. One time he had given Conni a nooner on the sofa. His theory about broads was simple; when a cunt acted horny, give her some prick.
He caught Angie around the waist and drew her close, looking down at her thrusty tits in the tight jersey. She had a fine, firm feel; she was solid. Just enough padding to made her bod sexy.
"You want to fuck or just horse around?" he chuckled, testing the resiliency of her ass in the tight pants.
"You are an animal" she giggled. "Not here. Drop over to my store in a while, at the back door."
"Give me about half an hour, Angie," he grinned, squeezing her rounded ass. He half-turned, unzipped his fly and hauled his prick out. It was getting up to full size. She stared at it; her right hand reached for it.
"Jeeeeeeesus, you horse!" she breathed.
A buzzer sounded, indicating a customer needed a prescription f fled, and then he did not want Patty passing any stories to Conni. Angie patted his cock, she trembled, and he put his tool away again. As he followed her out of the back room, watching the swing of her ample ass, he goosed her between the thighs. She giggled. But she was very calm and casual as they emerged into the drugstore proper. Broads were born actresses. Angie walked on out the front door, giving Patty an innocent, friendly smile. Just one store owner talking business with another store owner.
All the time he was filling the prescription he kept thinking. Shit! Conni will expect a big load of come in her cunt tonight. I guess I can afford one blast, at least. Fuck! Get 'em when they're ready! Angie should be a very experienced cunt. I gotta get more of Ava's hot pussy, too. That's some of the best I ever had. She needs a better job, too.
Hal knocked on the rear door of Angie's Mod Shop, a grin on his face, his cock already half-hard. He had called in an older druggist to finish the Sunday afternoon shift; he and Patty could handle it. He was not expected home for several hours. Plenty of time to throw a fuck into a new cunt.
The door swung open. He smelled incense, and saw the flicker of candles inside. Angie was a different sight than she had been earlier, very different. She wore red fish-net panties, a matching bra, and a very high-heeled red sandals. The room was dark except for candlelight, but he stepped inside without tripping.
"You're late, stud," Angie laughed, closing the door and locking it. She grabbed him around the middle, lurching her crotch at his cock lump, her red full mouth a gash of erotic temptation. There was carpet on the floor, a wide couch over in the shadows. A made-over fun room.
"Not bad, baby," he chuckled, filling his hands with ass flesh.
"Damn!" she breathed, hunching at his basket, her strength surprising, her eagerness showing in the way her hands climbed around on his neck and waist. "Treat me rough, will you?"
"Oh, one of those," he grinned, trying to steer her to the couch. She resisted, pushing her firmly-shaped tits at his chest, then squirming away, posing in front of him, her ass undulating, her rich thighs opened, the dim lights giving her a very exotic look.
"Come on, get your prick out!" she breathed.
He removed his shirt, then his pants and shoes, taking his time while she writhed her ass and jiggled her tits inside the fish-net bra. Her dark nipples poked through holes in the bra; her black cunt-bush showed through the panties. He drew his shorts down, and let her look at his high-slanted cock.
"Jeeeeeesus, that's a lot of meat!" she giggled. She came closer. Hal grabbed her swiftly, she tried to jerk out of his grip, and he wrestled her to the floor. She yelped a faked protest, he slid his right knee between her legs, pinning her hands to the carpet with his superior strength. Her tits heaved, her eyes glistened in the flickering light. An aroma of mingled perfume, incense and cunt fired his lust, he pushed his other knee between her thighs. He teased his cock head gong her belly, down to her panties.
"You want this meat, baby?" he muttered. "I haven't got all day.
"Fuuuuck, yes!" she gasped, softening. "Let me up, let me fuck you!"
He liked a good toprider, Conni was pretty fair. He remembered one coed he had played with at college; she had needed a lot of shoving around and roughing up before she would turn on, then she was terrific humping.
He released Angie's hands, stood up, and walked over to the couch. Damned if he wanted to be ridden on the floor. Stretched on his back, he watched her slide of the netted bra and panties, a picture of lithe tigerisliness. She wiggled to the couch, naked now except for the high-heeled sandals. Her hands dropped to her crotch, she opened her cunt lips, her thighs spread; she pushed a finger in her snatch and jazzed it around, up to her well-developed clit.
"You gonna get yourself off?" he chuckled. The view gave him a charge. He had asked Conni to masturbate for him and she refused. One girl he had dated liked to get his cock head inside her twat and tickle her clit until she was ready to come, and then took a big plunge of prick for the finale. These cunts were all different.
"Would you like that?" Angie giggled. Her fingers rolled her clit slowly.
"It's your party," he grinned. Her mons was well-swollen, her nipples long and expanded on the beautiful tit-thrusts. She bucked her hips, breathing faster. Her heavy thighs trembled.
Suddenly the sandals were kicked away; she leaped on the couch, legs opened, straddling his loins. Her cunt lowered to the underswell of his cock. He felt her clit push into his meat; she whined and rotated her ass. Cunt juice slicked his shaft; his knob tensed with anticipation. He reached up and cradled a tit in each hand, enjoying the fine silliness of her robust jugs.
"Ohhhhh-fuuuunuuck!" she panted. "It's been a long time, Hal!"
"You get another good hard-on, let me know," he grinned. "My wife and I have an understanding. Dig."
"You ought to bring her around for a party, stud," Angie breathed, her cunt inching forward until his knob was almost ready for the penetration
"I don't go for that shit," he said.
"Oh, I'm surprised!" she gasped. "I know, you hate to see some dame make it with her. Uhhhhhhh-I'll take this-right now!"
Her velvety cunt lips began to ooze down around his knob. It was fairly snug, not like Ava's beautiful tight cunt, but not bad, either. As his meat went all the way, her muscles tightened voluptuously.
"Yeahhhh!" he muttered, delighted with this kind of cunt action.
"UGHHHH-FUUUMUCK!" she gasped, her thighs away out. She was not doing it the way most of them did, perching high with the legs in at his sides. He squeezed her tits hard, she shuddered and stroked her quivering ass, her cunt clenched spin, again! Terrific.
"Ohhhh!" she panted. Stroke. "Fucking sonofabitch!" Stroke and rest. "That's good cock!" Hump, hump-pause. "Tell me if you like my cunt!" Hunch, hunch, another pause. "OHHH shiiiiit, fuck!"
"I like the way you tighten it, baby," he encouraged. "Come on, break one! Ride it!"
"UGHHH ohhhh-not yet!" she whined. "Jeeeeesus fuck! Ohhhh!" Hump, slide, hump! Her cunt spasms were more intense. "OHHH, OH-OHHH Hit's gonna CUUUUUUUM!"
"Bust your cunt!" he panted, nearly ready to break his load. The lances of pleasure were getting sharper. She tried to delay it a few more seconds, but she was too far along. A wild, sudden, lunging of her ass, more curses and she went into her go-off.
Her supporting arms gave way, her ass dropped, it writhed and stroked furiously, her thighs finally closing on his 'legs, and her cunt twitched beautifully. There was nothing like feeling a hot tomato break her goodies, hearing the little hungry cries, feeling the tits and arms and legs respond. Angie was a tiger, all right. His cock head was getting a hell of a workout.
"UHHH-OH, OH, OHH!" she moaned, her tits rolling on his chest, her slickened cunt lips fluttering around his nuts and cockroot. The spasms of her crotch and legs lasted a long time; her last busy hunches almost sucked his achy burst of semen.
Finally her thick lips found his mouth, her tongue dived in and he opened wide, letting her do her fuck and tongue thing. Very good. He would not want it steady, she was a little weird, but not bad for a Sunday afternooner.
She softened, her mouth swerved away, she panted against his shoulder, the twinges of her aftermath very thorough. Her cunt was not as tight now, a flood of juice trickled down on his nuts.
"You didn't come off, honey!" she whispered. "You're some man!"
"A few more of those pussy-tightenees and you wouldn't be saying that," he said. He caressed her ass, running a finger along her anal crevice.
"Not that," he said. "But I do a good mouth job on a prick."
"Next time, huh?" he chuckled. "I got a load I want to dump."
She laughed, hunched a few more times, and rolled away at his right. "Save it as long as you can, honey!" She didn't cuddle in; she seemed content to lie there with their bodies barely touching. She reached under her pillow and handed him a towel; she used another one on her cunt.
"How long can you stay, Hal?" she asked, staring down at his still-tumid prick. Her right hand crept to it; she cuddled the shaft. A shiver ran along her robust body.
"As long as you make it interesting," he grinned.
"And your young wife away so long," she giggled. "She'll be dying for some of this hot meat. Is she a good layr'
"Not bad at all," he grinned.
"Sure, you guys like the young pussy, only about half your age," Angie said. "No guy of nineteen would date me."
Hal was tired of talk. His nerves ached for release, his cock needed cunt. He crawled over between her legs and this time she didn't fight it; her thighs pulled back, her crotch swung upward, she steered his prick to the target.
Her hungry whine began before he had his knob between her labia. Her ass lifted, she shuddered, and he plowed his prick into the shivery deeps of her twitching cunt. She clamped her vagina, her face twisted.
"Uhhhh-Jeeeeesus, that's good!" she breathed. "Make it last a while, baby! Pleases!"
This was really his thing, shafting a hot cunt, his knees and hands deploying a resilient surface, bringing the female ass up and down so he did not have to stroke like a billy goat to give the girl her cockslides. That was what a sensual cunt needed more than a big home, two cars in the garage; and money to spend. A lot of good, lusty, pumping prick.
Fuck, fuck, fuck-pause. Her head rolled from side to side, her deep moans of pleasure inspiring him, the quiver of her rich thighs, the upjut of her big tits pleasing his ego. She was not the best he had fucked but she rated a gold star. Fine bod for a woman nearing forty, fine pronging, but she would never have that little extra appeal that Ava possessed.
There was something perhaps a little manish in Angle's gestures and movements, in spite of all her delightful feminine equipment; maybe running a business and making it in a man's world had hardened her. She 'had skinned her share of cocks, had probably been married several times, and her interest in a threesome said she might fuck some eager pussy now and then, too.
He did not want to get too deeply involved hero. Nora Leeds was better humping because he had trained her, Conni was not bad, and Ava was terrific. Right now he had about all the cunt he could take care of.
"UGHHH-OHHH FUUUUCK!" Angie whined, starting into her goodies. Her thighs shook, her ass bucked upward, and the prolonged fucking bout was drawing his lust. He cursed his pleasure, he rocked the bed up and down very fast, and went into his short strokes.
The quick, sensuous clenches of her cunt, her fierce cries and kicks, the twist of her face in the candlelight, sucked the seed pulsingly from his hot-sac. The sweet throb of his prick in a good, active cunt, her yelps of response, puckered his anus; he drove in her juicy box with all his strength, the final swell and throb of his cockhead, as he belched his load, drew a shout from his throat. A string of wild curses broke from her throat; she writhed and squirmed, clawing his shoulders, her big tits coned high with her need.
Ava tamed restlessly in the Layton guest bed, hearing Hal and Conni still talking out in the living room. An occasional giggle or laugh from Conni said he was probably fooling around with her before they went to their bedroom.
It was after nine. Hal had taken both girls out to dinner, after he had closed up the drugstore for the evening at six. Ava had insisted that she return to her own apartment, but late radio and TV bulletins said the murderer and rapist had not yet been apprehended, so she had let Conni and Hal talk her into staying the night.
This is where Hal fucked me the first time! Ava thought, trembling. And then this afternoon I let Conni have fun with me, tool I'm terrible, but my pussy is turning wet again. Tm going to the of envy when they start screwing! They haven't touched each other for a week, they'll surely fuck pretty soon.
Ava slipped from the bed and crept to the guest room door, placing her left ear against the panel. It did not open directly into the main apartment, but she could hear some of their words.
". . . you've been a busy boy while I was away, huh?" Conni giggled.
"Well, hell, she was scared out of her panties," Hal answered. "You aren't too sore are you, cutie?"
"Honey, she's been needing a good fuck for years," Conni laughed. "pm glad it was you-really."
A long silence, a giggle from Conni, then an excited cozy laugh.
"You get any in Seattle?" Hal chuckled.
"Oh, a little," Conni giggled. "Ohhhh, your prick looks so delicious!"
Ava shuddered, her head whirling. The way they talked. Ava's cheeks burned; she tried to pull away from the listening post, but she was rooted there. She had to hear the rest! She wished she could see what they were doing, too.
"... is Ava pretty good, honey?" Conni giggled.
"Hell, not as hot as you are, baby," he chuckled. "Go ahead, suck it a little if you want to."
Oh, his big cock is out, she's staring at it, and now she's going to EAT it! Ava thought wildly. This is driving me crazy!
"But you do like new pussy now and then, huh?" Conni-laughed. Another silence. A gasp from Conni.
Ava felt wetness leaking from her swelling cunt. They had such fun together! During dinner it had been very obvious that Conni was ready, even though she had fucked Ava only a few hours earlier. Pretty soon, or maybe right now, Conni was going to have her good things with her handsome, hard-pricked husband, and Ava felt disgusted with herself for eavesdropping. What they said and did was their business! They openly admitted they cheated. It was just sinful!
But I'm no better! Ava thought. I'm worse, really! I can't judge them after what I've done. I'd give anything if he'd slip into this bedroom, later! But Conni will enjoy him tonight and for marry other nights, and I'll have to use my fingers again. For them I'm just a toy, a diversion.
"Ohhhhhh!" came from Conni in the living room. "I love what you're doing to my pussy!"
Ava's legs turned weak; she lifted the hem of her nightie and gripped her steaming cunt with her right hand. Her flesh was puffed and wet, her nipples, inside the cling of the nightie, were stiff and achy. She could not bear much more of this! She touched her clit and felt the waves of her lust eddy through her crotch; she wiggled her rump.
". . . I bet you'd h'ke to have Ava live here all the time, huh?" Conni trilled.
"I think you would, too, baby," Hal answered. "I got an idea you've been in her panties."
"I'd never tell," Conni giggled. "I wish you'd go for a threesome with her. I'm sure she'd do it."
Silence. Ava played with her cunt, shivering and breathing unevenly. Not that! she thought. Never! I have to get out of here, in the morning. I need to find my awn boyfriend. Ohhhh, damn! I'm going to climax in Just a few minutes! Conni didn't really deny she and I had some serf He knows it.
Ava staggered, crept back to the guest bed, and suddenly remembered that she had that dildo in her handbag. She had not used it, even though Conni had suggested it during their lesbian frolic. In the near darkness, Ava found her handbag on the vanity, drew the object out and returned to the bed, sprawling out, her thighs opened. She had to have relief, one way or another! Lots of girls used an artificial penis; Connie said sales of them had recently increased.
Shivering, she warmed the shaft in her hands, wishing she could hear more of what Hal and Conni were saying. It was horribly stimulating. So was the thick phallic shaft of the dildo. How awful to use such a thing! But the temptation was too strong.
Taking the dildo by the handle, she began to ease the knob between her tender labia. Ohhhhh, it was better than she had imagined, the spread of her flesh around the hardness, the slow penetration of her cock-hungry cunt! The beautiful fucking Hal had given her had increased her yearning for sliding prick, and this thing was not hot and alive but it was giving her thrills!
More excited laughter from Conni stirred Ava's loins; she pushed the plastic cock all the way in deep! Her anus twitched, but she was sure she would not need that added stimulation this time; the sensations in her cunt were too voluptuous. Slide, slide, slide! Ohhhhhh, yesss!
She lifted her swollen titties from the lacy top of the nightie, her fingers stroking the puffing nipples. She would have to imagine that Hal was teasing them; she would not enjoy the feel of his lips around them, sucking and sucking, or the dart of his tongue on the peaks. She pumped the dildo a few more times, resting in a glut of suspense. She might as well drag it out, have all the fun she could with this new sex toy!
At least she was safe from that rapist, protected by a man and his pretty wife. Glide, glide, glide! OHHHH, what a feeling! Her breasts, in her left hand, swelled higher; she ran her fingers from one crest over to the other, breathing hard. She would not make the bed creak!
While she panted and waited, while she stroked and played with her need, she started remembering a new man she had seen recently around the mall. He was Bob Cook, who had recently leased space and put in a sporting goods store. He looked about Hal's age, appeared to be unattached, although any man as sexy as he was would soon have some of the local girls on his trail.
Girl-talk at the department store where Ava worked indicated he was from Portland, and had been a big city detective before going into business. He was tall, well-built, and had a kind of very sophisticated air about him. His sandy hair made him look sort of distinguished. His store did a lively trade.
I might as well imagine he's making out with met Ava thought, wistfully. But he'll be lining up one of these pretty, eager single girls around here. Young and tender! That's what most men want. About seventeen or eighteen.
A shrill cry of feminine delight invaded Ava's fantasy. It was muffled and faint, but very revealing. Conni was having her first climaxl The leggy blonde was getting what she had been waiting for since her arrival home-a good orgasm with her sexy hushand!
Ava shook violently; she arched her hips higher and stroked the dildo swiftly, in and out, in and out. Ohhhhh, her fun was cumnunmmming! It was all so new and different, feeling the pump of that thing in her cunt! So much sexier than using her fingers. She tried to visualize Bob Cook between her shaking thighs, driving his prick home in her cunt, but just as the pulses of her climax wrenched her pelvis, as her clitoris pulsed its throbby joy, she imagined Hat's prick was back in there, tensing and squirting!
She clamped her lips to keep from shouting, but a sound came from her throat, anyway. It seemed terribly loud in the quiet bedroom! For the moment she did not care! The achy beat, beat, beat of her relief was too sweetl She kicked her legs and wiggled her rump and to hell with the tell-tale bed noises! Now that she had her goodies nothing else mattered!
Conni, slumped back on the sofa, savored the last twinges of her fun; Hal's middle finger was still in her cunt, sliding and playing while he sucked her right tittie. She gripped his big prick very hard and heard a faraway noise from the guest bedroom.
No question about it-Ava was playing herself to a peak! Poor girl! She had surely heard some of Conni's laughter as she and Hal enjoyed the prelims on the living room sofa.
Hal's head lifted; he patted Conni's puffy, dripping cunt.
"What was that sound, baby?" he asked, grinning.
"Ava's having a little fun with herself," Conni laughed softly. "But rm. having a lot more fun."