Chapter 2
A soft reddish light filtered through the floor-length curtain that shielded the Henderson's spacious, luxuriously furnished bedroom from the hot California winter sun. Still dressed in his faded blue jeans, the famous film director lay spread-eagled on his back on his king-sized bed, staring absentmindedly up at the ceiling. His thoughts were far away ... a magazine office back in New York City somewhere, to be exact, and he was trying to guess whether the little girl photographer coming out would be blonde or brunette.
As Valerie's glossy hair was honey-blonde, it would be preferable that Jennifer's be black or brown. In his mind's eye he pictured the two girls lying belly to belly with their heads buried lasciviously between each other's legs, the silky blonde tresses and hot licking tongue of the one tangling with the curly black pussy hairs of the other ... and vice versa.
"Valerie!" he roared as his hardening cock gave another painfully aching throb. "You're tasty enough, goddamnit! Come out here!"
The sound of the shower in the adjoining bathroom abruptly stopped, and in a moment his wife appeared, naked except for the white towel wrapped turban-like around her head. She stood in the doorway, smiling teasingly at him as he stared hungrily across the room at her. The twin white streaks left by her bikini across her chest and pelvis emphasized the proud thrust of her huge, full tits and the flowering curve of her shapely hips centered by the alluring blondish forest of the fleece-like cunt curls covering her pussy mound. Henderson never ceased to marvel at the way she could appear as slender and willowly as a child sometimes while she was obviously the essence of the fully developed sensual female.
He licked his lips and said thickly, "C'mere, for Chrissake.-Whaddya mean by washing away all your cunt juices?"
"Tasty enough for what?" she asked him innocently, going back to what he had said before. "What am I tasty enough for?"
"Tasty enough to eat!" Henderson grunted hoarsely.
"Uh-uh." She shook her head, lewdly stroking the tempting silky cunt hairs between her thighs. "I'm saving this for Jennifer! You dirty old man," she added, nodding at the tent-like bulge in the crotch of his pants. "You've been thinking about fucking her, too."
"Bah!" Henderson snorted. "The kid's probably a frigid, titless, hatchet-faced volleyball player, anyway. She's probably captain of the team and thinks hitting a leather ball over a net is the biggest deal in life."
"You've got a point there," Valerie admitted, advancing sinuously across the room, her huge, voluptuous tits bouncing as she walked. "Beside, I think you deserve a little reward for coming up with such a brilliant way of fucking the little bitch, whatever she looks like! If it doesn't work with Jennifer, We can always try it on one of those other pussycats who want to write about or take a few pix of the great man, huh? Now just relax, great man, and let little Valerie do the rest. I wasn't a success in the movies for nothing, you know."
"For sure, for sure," Henderson breathed contentedly. He closed his eyes and let-his head fall back on the cool sheet, feeling her soft fingers pluck off his sandals, unbutton his shirt and then begin to tug at his belt. By God, he mused, there was no better way in the whole fucking world to spend a late afternoon than just to lie spread out on a comfortable bed and have some beautiful broad suck you off, and lap away your cum juices after it was all over. He couldn't begin to remember the number of times his amorous young wife had slaved over his cock and balls ... Sometimes the physical sensation was stronger than others, but the deep inner thrill was always there ... Always just as powerful. The thrill of conquest and power and the knowledge that this beautiful woman really enjoyed sucking his thick hard cock deep into her throat. Christ, she actually would blast out her cum in her cunt when he came in her mouth. Her stomach swelled out exactly as if he had shot his load of hot cum deep up her hot little pussy, her ass cheeks jerked and quivered ... It was a hot, lewd impression he could never quite get over.
"Oooohhh," Valerie purred contentedly as she finally managed to pull down the stubborn zipper on his faded pants, and his thick swollen cock sprang up in a stiffened arc toward her hungrily waiting mouth. She certainly had the old fart well-trained, she chuckled inwardly to herself. He couldn't wait for her to start sucking him. Of course it was the last thing she would ever admit to Henderson but she was secretly flattered every time she saw the thick hard physical proof of his undiminished desire to fuck her. The first time she'd gone to bed with the famous man, she'd thought it would be just another one-night stand ... He had the reputation for fucking girls like a madman all night long, then never seeing them again.
She'd thought it would be that way with her, but she didn't care. She just wanted to give a night's pleasure to the man who'd given her so much pleasure through his great films. She'd had no ulterior designs on him, and maybe that's why they'd struck it off so well. Three years now of marriage, and she knew and loved every little vein and ridge on the surface of the long thick hard cock that was straining so potently up to her. Already there was a little drop of cum glittering in the tiny gaping slit at the end of the heavily swollen head.
"Lift up, darling," she whispered excitedly, pricking him slightly with her sharp lacquered nails just where the dense growth of wiry pubic hairs began on his lower belly. When he arched his ass up off the bed, she quickly pulled down his fadded pants, revealing the sturdy sinewy legs that showed no sign at all of fifty years' wear and tear. In fact, neither Guido nor she could keep up with Carlyle when he took them hiking in the mountains behind the house. He didn't seem to have lost any of his youthful vigor ... In more ways than one, she added to herself, eagerly eyeing the large cum-swollen balls that sagged heavily down onto the sheet beneath the rigidly throbbing shaft of his cudgel-like cock.
Hurriedly, she yanked his pants all the way off, and climbed up on the bed to hunch down on all fours between his strong muscular thighs. Tenderly, she scooped one hand under the crinkled sac of his balls and began to gently knead them together while her thumb and forefinger of her other hand stroked the loose foreskin of his cock up and down the still-expanding girth of the rockhard shaft of flesh.
As if drawn by a magnet, her open mouth sank closer and closer to the bulbous pulsating cock-head with its inviting little gift of cum glistening in the end. The pungent virile smell of him filled her flaring nostrils and suddenly she could hold back no longer. Her moist pink tongue speared out and hungrily flicked in the droplet of cum welling up in the tiny little cum-slit. Her whole vibrantly sensual body quivered deliciously at the first tangy taste of the heated flood of cock juices she knew would soon follow. Her full lips instinctively ovaled in anticipation, and her head sank slowly down toward his potent hardness.
Carlyle's breath caught in his throat, and in spite of himself his fevered loins jerked up convulsively when he felt Valerie's warm wet mouth finally close softly around his frantically throbbing cock-head. Christ, it was always that first mind-blowing pressure of her moist warm lips around the sensitive blood-swollen tip of his cock that started him racing up the trail he had travelled so often but which was never exactly the same. He grunted with pleasure as he felt the whole bulging end of his aching rod fuck smoothly all the way inside the velvety welcoming cavity of her mouth. Jesus Chirst, it was always like going home, every time he fucked her in the face.
From long experience, Valerie knew exactly what would excite her virile husband the most. She began swirling her slickly pointed tongue maddeningly around the tender underside of his heavily jerking cock, darting it into the delicate little cleft where the foreskin began and licking up all the moistly seeping stickiness from the end with nerve-tingling little swipes of her agile tongue tip.
Henderson groaned and his eyes flew open. He had to watch her devour his cock up between her beautiful lips! Blindly he grabbed a pillow from behind him and wadded it under his neck. Just the sight of the end of his thick cock sunk up between Valerie's tautly ovaled lips seemed to multiply the erotic sensation a thousand times, and she hadn't even really gotten down to the business of sucking cock yet. He could feel this was going to be a real blast. One of those rare times that stood out in memory long after most of the others had blended together.
The idea that at last he might get to fuck one of those tight-assed young magazine bitches who were always simpering over his films had really made him hot. In his mind's eye he substituted soft brown tresses for Valerie's silken blonde hair and a frightened school-girlish face for the blonde's older, more sophisticated features. Yeah! he fucked brutally upward, driving half of his thick rigid cock into the startled mouth hovering over his loins. Yeah! He'd fuck this Jennifer Post in the face first!
He fucked vengefully upward again, but this time his slavishly sucking wife was prepared. His stiffly swollen cock fucked smoothly between her moist, lewdly stretched lips and deep up into the warmly sheathing softness of her throat. When she drew her mouth slowly back up the glistening distended length of his cock, Henderson felt the sharp edges of her small white teeth gently scraping its tumid underside, milking even more cum from the tiny little cum-hole at the end at which she sucked gluttonously, making a hungry obscene slurping noise with her tongue. A jolt of pure erotic energy exploded somewhere deep in his body, causing his loins to buck so violently that his cock popped out of her mouth with the sound of a reluctant cork being pulled from a bottle.
With an anguished little moan, Valerie trapped the thick base of the rigidly twitching member in her slender hand and plummeted her hungry mouth down over the pulsing, blood-swollen head again, reveling in the renewed contact, lashing it furiously with her darting tongue as if to punish it for its momentary desertion. Then, suddenly, she plunged her head fiercely down, taking almost all the wildly throbbing penis deep in her throat and began to suck steadily, swallowing more and more of Carlyle's hot virile hardness on each downward thrust as if she wanted to fill herself with it completely, to become one with it, to become a huge, heavily throbbing cock herself.
Of their own accord, Henderson's hips began a slow rhythmic upward grind to meet the noisily sucking mouth wrapped tightly around his heavily probing hardness. His thick, rigid rod of flesh glistened wetly with a mixture of his cum-juices and her saliva, and he watched, fascinated, as it disappeared farther and farther up between her obscenely stretched lips on each upthrust. Christ! She really meant business this time! Her big luscious tits danced and jerked crazily under her bucking torso, and her entire naked, sun-bronzed body was covered with a delicate sheen of female sweat as she labored to bring him to the supreme pinnacle of his erotic pleasure, a throat-filling cum into her hungrily sucking mouth.
And he was getting there! The muscles of his hard, flat stomach tightened visibly as he began to fuck his thick bulging cock faster and faster into the pliant softness of her warm, willing mouth. She was swallowing almost all of the frenziedly throbbing shaft now. Only the massive base of it still showed, glistening wet and white through his dark cock hairs, but still she kept on with her insatiable sucking as if she wanted to gorge herself once and for all on his hot, blood-filled hardness. Moist pink ridges pulled out from her tightly clinging lips as she drew her mouth back tip the iron-hard column, then compressed into thin lines as she pumped her face down on it again, and her hungry tongue never ceased its tireless explorations.
"Suck it, baby I" Henderson groaned hoarsely, straining his head up off the pillow to see her better. He reached down and tangled one muscular hand in her disheveled hair to make sure she kept up the fantastic pace. "Jesus. Just keep sucking it like that!"
He was running up that familiar, but ever-changing trail of blasting out his hotly spurting cum by leaps and bounds now. His heart was pounding so hard he could hardly breathe, but he had to keep going. Like when he was a kid. He had to reach the top of the mountain before sunset. Yeah! That was it! Before sunset and already there was a dim rosy glow in the west, in his brain, in his whole body! His loins bucked up against Valerie's face so fast in the throes of his sensual mouthfucking delight that it was almost as if he really were running a race against time, pushing his cock and balls to the limits of their endurance, beyond the limits of their endurance. Sweat poured down his face, and he gulped in air like a man on the verge of collapse. Then, just when he thought he couldn't stand the agonizing suspense of the wildly building cum a second longer, the flaming orb of the sun dropped like a lead weight down over the horizon of his brain, and he simultaneously reached the peak of his private mountain and a wild, cheek-ballooning cum!
"Jeee-zzuussss!" he groaned with a mind-blowing sense of release from the erotic tension as the boiling flood of his pent-up cock juices burst from his overcharged cock-head into his wife's eagerly gulping mouth. Spurt after endless spurt of the hot, life-giving fluid geysered up from the depths of his balls that had never been plumbed that deeply before, and hard as she tried, his wife couldn't swallow it all.
The burly film director collapsed backwards on the bed with a fading after-image of the brown-haired young photographer's cheeks ballooning out and a trickle of viscous white cum dribbling from a corner of her tautly cock-stretched mouth. Then he heard his wife moan and felt her naked sweat-drenched body begin to quiver and shake between his outstretched legs. She gave an explosive gasp and he knew that she had reached her own orgasm inside her hot little cunt, too. Her quaking belly swelled suddenly as if it really had been filled by the deluge of his heated cum, and she pumped her head frantically up and down on his slowly deflating cock in time to the shuddering spasms of her own hotly flaring cunt lips below.
Valerie continued to suck until she had swallowed the last drop of her husband's precious cock juices, then she crawled up beside him and laid her head in the hollow of his shoulder.
"Hmmmm, that was nice," she murmured in his ear, licking his own cum hotly around the edges of it.
Henderson reached one hand down between her legs and combed his fingers up through the hotly dripping valley of her still violently trembling cunt. One by one he licked his fingers clean of her fragrant female cum juices with appreciative little smacks of his tongue.
"Yeah, it was nice," he agreed dreamily. "Did I ever tell you about the time when I was a kid-my daddy bet me a dime I couldn't start out at noon and climb this mountain we had in our backyard by the time the sun set...." His voice trailed off.
"Nooooo," Valerie purred drowsily.
"Well, I will sometime," the famous film director promised the silken-haired beauty nestling on his shoulder. The last thought he had before drifting off to sleep was ... Shit! Almost fifty years old and fucking was still getting better. Then he dreamed of a young girl with a flashing helmet of soft brown hair and wide, frightened blue eyes, holding her legs opened wide for him, her hotly flooding little cunt hole glistening with her hesitant desire for him to fuck her to kingdom come and back....