Chapter 1
"Ummm, you feel so big in me," sighed Janet as she turned on the round bed dominating the center of her bedroom. She pulled her legs up and felt Clark's cock sink an extra inch into her seething interior. This was the way fucking should be, loving, lovely, and lasting.
Long lasting.
"Not me that's big," the man said. "It's your pussy. So damned tight I can hardly believe it. You squeeze down on me all around. Never felt a pussy this tight."
"Enough of the compliments," she told him, her fingers playing all over his broad back, dancing lightly along his spine and stimulating him even more. "I want you to fuck me like you did before."
"Christ, have mercy, lady. I'm almost worn out. Dammit, this is the third time tonight."
"You're the one who said you were superman. Prove it to me. I'm not asking all that much." She wiggled around on the bed and felt his prick stir lustfully inside her. For all his protests, Clark was a real fucker. He could get it up again and again -and he knew what to do with his erection, too. That made him vastly different from most of the men Janet Meyer discovered in her day-to-day affairs.
She had been lucky to be in the office the day Clark Hendricks had come in. She usually handled the ad accounts personally, but the art department had been bugging her about deadlines. The high-powered ad campaign for the cigarette company just had to be done as soon as possible. She couldn't locate the proper model so she had posed for the ad herself.
The photographer had been ecstatic about the results. So had the executives seeing the proofs. Janet was perfect as the model for the ad, they all said. And that had unleashed a rain of new demands on her precious time. She was a good account executive for Vickers, Elliot, and Winter, maybe their best. For the past four years she had topped by a comfortable margin the million dollar mark in ad sales.
She had been rushing through the paper-work accumulating on her desk when Clark walked in -swaggered in was a better way of putting it. At first she had thought he was just another of the arrogant, know-nothing sons of bitches she had to put up with. They had all the money, and she was the one responsible for milking every last dime out of them with intricate and inventive ads for their cheap products.
She had given, Clark that quick, appraising once-over and decided he was good enough looking but probably a real prick. The smirk on his face seemed to support her first impression.
He had been smirking at her. She was beautiful. He could see why she had raised such a big furor in the advertising world with her scantily clad cigarette ad. She wore a simple knit dress, tastefully unbuttoned two buttons to reveal a milky flare of perfectly shaped tits. The impudent thrust of her nipples against the soft material implied that she was one of the liberated women, one of the women pushing hard to achieve status in a man's world. Clark had recognized that -and something else.
Janet Meyer enjoyed the job, but she was more than a little insecure about her place in the ad agency. That was why she continually pushed just a little bit harder than any of the other account executives.
She moved around the desk and he was able to see her entire body. He had to fight down a wolf whistle. She was gorgeous. The tits were only a part of this very womanly, extremely feminine package. The knit dress clung with electrostatic ferocity to her round buttocks and outlined her slender legs. He fought to keep down his erection when he saw the liquid grace with which she moved, the nylon-clad legs flashing back and forth in just the right cadence.
He liked a woman's boobs. They were important to him. A good ass was also an indication of how good a woman would be in the sack. But legs! He loved legs. And Janet's qualified on any basis. The calves were firmly muscled and the knees weren't the least bit knobby. The fleshy thighs looked inviting enough to slip between and then feel moving against the sides of his body as he fucked her.
Clark decided it would be worthwhile trying.
While Clark was sizing her up, Janet was reevaluating her first impression of him. Tastefully dressed, he presented a dashing figure : trim muscles kept firm with lots of exercise. She wondered fleetingly what it would be like having his arms locked around her, his cock thrusting hard into, her pussy. She shivered a little and tried to push the thought from her mind. The woman had been working late for over a month, had little time for a social life and had gotten pretty burned out on the men she met in this business. The ones who weren't gay weren't the kind of man she liked to take to bed with her.
"I like a woman with blonde hair and green eyes," he said. "That might be one reason I've got posters made of the cigarette ad you did."
"Over your bed," she said dryly. Still, though, she was amused. He wasn't the kind of man to beat around the bush.
"Of course. I can go to sleep at night. imagining you were right there with me. But to business." He had presented his firm's proposal for Vickers, Elliot, and Winter to consider. It was more than reasonable. In fact, it was enough to push Janet's sales for the year over the magic million mark -and eight months were still left in the fiscal year.
"Let's make it dinner," she told him. And it had become more than that. It had been dinner and dancing and then home to her place. The fucking had been marvelous. Janet had been hornier than hell from the work pace she'd kept up, but she realized that the superb cocksmanship displayed by Clark was that of one stud in a million. He knew how to pleasure a woman.
After that, they had been constant companions.
They rolled over in bed together. She said, "You promised to screw me in every direction of the compass. You've missed north by northwest."
"I guess I'll have to remedy that, lovely lady." He hoisted himself up onto his hands. This changed the angle of entry he used to drive his prick into her seething, boiling-hot cunt. The woman leaned back on the cool, peach-colored satin sheets and moaned in sheer delight. He began stirring his prick around inside her like it was a spoon in a mixing bowl. Bush grinding hard against platinum blonde bush sent tremors racing throughout the woman's trim, supple body.
The man knew what turned her on and this was it. He could stretch the skin around her cunt hole as taut as a drum's head, then his pubic hair would drag over her erect clit. The tiny pea-sized organ sang a constant song of desire now. The woman could hardly keep her hips from thrashing around on the bed.
He began retreating from the snug channel of her humid, clinging cunt. The lewd smacking noise that filled the air was due to the intense suction formed inside her pussy. Her cunt walls collapsed all around his huge pillar of virile manhood. As he withdrew the copious flood of lubricants made the suction even more perfect.
"Ummm, no, don't leave me like this," she protested. "I want that lovely, monster prick inside me. In me!"
"You want me to fuck you a little faster, is that it? All right, but remember you asked for it like this!"
He began to piston in and out of her cunt like a machine. She sobbed every time he parted her pinkly scalloped inner pussy lips and shoved his pulsating, trembling shaft of cockflesh all the way up into her belly. She tensed her cunt muscles enough to grip down with feverish intensity. This made his prick seem even larger in the tight passage of her fuck tunnel.
The friction from the fucking mounted until neither of them could stand it any longer. She came. Her entire body convulsed with the most intense pleasure. She blasted free of her body and floated on the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy. Just as she came down from her sexual high, she felt the sweet, hot rush of his jism pumping fiercely into her grasping cunt.
She came again. Together, they rocked through a mutual come that shook them both. When they were done, they lay in each other's arms, panting and looking into the other's sex-dazed eyes. Janet was the first to recover. She said, "That was okay, I guess."
"Okay! It was better than okay, it was dynamite. I came like my very prick was exploding. And from the way your cunt grabbed a hold of my cock, you got off on it more than okay. Who are you trying to kid, lovely lady?"
She snuggled closer and said hotly, "I guess I can't persuade you that you might do a little better the next time?"
"Now that's something different," he said. "As soon as my prick is up to . . . "
He was interrupted by the ringing telephone. The man snarled and said, "If I had a .357 magnum in my hand right now, you'd have one hell of a dead telephone. They always ring at the wrong time. It spoils the mood. I'd prefer to simply lie here with the most beautiful, most gloriously naked, best fucking, hardest loving bitch in the whole wide world."
She bit him on the neck and rolled on top to reach the phone. It was on a small table beside the round bed. She lifted the receiver and almost snarled, "What is it?"
Janet paused for a moment, listening. She began to nod her head as if the person on the other end of the line could see her. For a wild moment, Clark wished they could. They would get one hell of an eyeful. Janet was gorgeous, whether dressed or undressed. Naked, she was nothing less than a Greek goddess. Aphrodite, he guessed. The goddess of love.
Her tits were firm and had ballooned even larger than normal due to her excited heart pumping wildly while they fucked. Her nipples were taut and erect and a brilliant red. With her legs parted slightly, he could see the tiny dewdrops of love oils dotting her bush. The woman's pussy lips fluttered slightly, showing she was still hot and ready for another fucking.
Clark just hoped he could oblige her. He bent forward and popped one of her nipples into his mouth. Pressing his tongue against the rock-hard nubbin of flesh, he began to suck. She groaned slightly but didn't seem to pay him any attention. He continued licking and sucking on her tits while she absentmindedly nodded and mumbled "yeah" a lot into the mouthpiece of the telephone. Finally, she dropped the phone into the cradle and shoved her tit firmly into his face.
"If you're going to suck my poor little tittie, at least do it right!"
He allowed the spit-covered mound of tit-flesh to bob from his lips. He said, "Not so little. In fact, not many chicks support mounds of marslimallowy, firm knockers like you do. That's only one of the things about you I like. I like the left one as much as the right one." He switched his attention to her other tit.
"Ummm, nice, Clark. I love the feel of your rough tongue all over my tits." She sank back to the smooth coolness of the satin sheets and burrowed down into a tiny nest. The pleasure waves echoing from her tits filled her chest with lovely, burning fire that spread throughout her body. She stroked through his hair and kept his face firmly fixed on her tits.
Finally he surfaced for air and asked, "Who was it on the phone? It didn't sound like business."
"Wasn't. Not exactly. My tenth anniversary high school reunion is this weekend. They finally tracked me down and invited me to come. Seems most of the old Eight Miles High School Class of '69 is going to be there."
"Nice," he said, not listening to her. "Why not try some 69?"
He urged her mouth toward his limp prick as he spun around on the bed. She stopped him and said, "You just lie back and get your hard-on to return. And then we'll fuck again.
"Yeah!"
She took the limp hose of his penis into her mouth. She tasted the salty tang of her own cunt oils and the acrid flavor of the man's own semen. She rolled the sleeping snake around in her mouth, trying to turn the penis into a prick. A prick was something you could fuck with. A penis simply hung between a man's legs and did nothing of great importance. A prick, however, was shoved between a woman's legs and everyone came out the winner.
She sucked a little harder on the cock when she felt the stirrings of lust begin deep down inside. Running her agile tongue all over the sides washed away the last trace of her pungent love juice and the caked jism. When his cock bucked and throbbed at half-mast, she knew it would be only a matter of minutes before he got a raging hard-on again. She sucked even harder on the purpled-knobbed end to encourage him.
"Ummm, yeah, baby, that's the way I like it. Try to make it as stiff as a steel rod. Like before!"
This was his fourth hard-on of the night. And the man seemed tireless. One boner after another and he was still ready to fuck again in a short time. Janet loved the way he responded as well as the way he balled. He was a real find.
Her tongue looped around the hooded end of his prick. She teased the most sensitive portion, the tiny flap of skin hanging down under the cleft head. He moaned louder and she ran her tongue down the underside of his prick until she came to his balls. He lifted his ass a little off the bed so that she could work her ruby lips against his hairy bag.
She sucked harder, her lips parting slightly. She managed to pull his entire scrotum into her mouth. Gently gnawing on it turned him into a wild beast possessed by a demon of lust. His hips shot upwards and his prick sprang into full service. She felt the hot, hard cylinder of man-meat pressing into the side of her cheek. The blonde teased the trapped balls with her tongue, batting them around until the man's cries were totally incoherent from lust.
The balls tumbling around in the lead-heavy stew of jism speeded up until she was afraid he might lose control and spew out his precious come into her hair. She allowed the little sac to fall from her lips, kissed it once, and then worked her way back to the broad head of his cock. She managed to suck in the entire tip of his prick again and felt the added circumference strain the corners of her mouth. He was well hung, this guy.
And she loved it.
Her tongue swirled around like a berserk tornado, stimulating, stroking, making the best use of the time she had. Trying to stuff her tongue down his piss-slit was an act of impossibility. They both knew it and they both got incredibly hot when she tried it. A tiny, bitter drop of pre-seminal fluid beaded there. Her dexterous pink tongue whipped it away from his cock.
She knew he was ready to stuff that cock into a more pleasurable socket. The blonde wiggled her way up his body like a snake slithering up a tree. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she whispered hotly, "Go on and stuff it in. My poor little canny needs all that great, big, swollen prick. All of it!"
"And you're going to get it, beautiful. Wait and see!"
She kept her legs pressed tightly together this time. She felt his cock seeking out the deep hole of her cunt. The end of his prick bounced off her pussy mound and worked downward. The pulsating organ finally found the tangled mat surrounding her cunt lips. She arched her back to allow a better chance at penetration.
He drove his prick firmly into her hollow, aching cunt.
She arched her back and this sucked him even deeper into her wanton pussy. She twisted from side to side and made his cock corkscrew around inside her tight passage. This sent shivers of total desire rampaging throughout her trim, slender body.
"Yes, Clark darling, that's exactly what I want."
He began a rhythmic fucking that lighted her up like a Christmas tree. She felt her nerves sing out a song of pure joy every time his prick shot deep into her pussy. As he pulled out, she gasped with desire. He retreated and she felt as if her guts would follow his prick out her pussy. The vacuum formed inside her was incredible. His cockflesh pressed so tightly against her cunt walls that an almost perfect vacuum was maintained until his cockhead came even with her pinkly scalloped pussy lips.
A lewd smacking noise sounded that aroused both of them even more.
"You're so big and swollen inside me," she sighed. Her fingers pressed into the man's back and traced along his spine again. Each and every bone in his back moved with the fucking. She felt as if she were some sort of piano player making her own music, using him as her instrument.
She felt his balls dragging along her tightly held legs, and this made her even more aware of the fucking. She normally enjoyed fucking with her legs spread as wide apart as possible. She also believed in a change of pace. She wanted his cock and was getting it, but the delicious sensations ripping into her body were new and different this time. And all because of one little thing on her part.
He pushed her passions lip and up. She felt his cock begin to buck and dance around in her pussy. She tensed her cunt muscles and made her seething cauldron of carnal desires tighten around his cock even more.
The man gulped and fucked faster. His hips seemed to take on a life of their own. The woman struggled passionately under his bludgeon of cock and felt her pussy churning more and more. The friction burned brightly along her fuck tunnel and made her gasp and moan loudly. And then she came. It was like a ton of bricks falling off a skyscraper. She smashed her body hard into his, taking even more prick into her needy cunt.
She came and came and came. She felt like a human machine gun going off. His bush rubbed sensuously against her cut and maintained her intense arousal. When she finally felt the sweet rush of his liquid love, she came a final time. Locked together in each other's arms, they moaned and cried and fucked as hard as they could until his prick melted like an icicle in the summer sun.
They lay together, arms around each other. She smiled and nuzzled closer into the circle of his arms. Janet felt secure. But she couldn't help wondering about all the studs she had missed out on in high school. Would they have been better?
Ron? He'd been her one true love, but the necking and petting had never been too good. They'd both been too young and inexperienced. Or Jack, the class stud. She had lusted after him. Or Bert, the captain of the football team. She had been to shy to make a play for him. Besides, he could get any chick he wanted and Janet hadn't been very outgoing then.
It was going to be interesting, this reunion. Janet drifted off to sleep.