Chapter 1
The aristocratic-looking woman lay on her back, her eyes tightly shut and her mind aimlessly drifting, yet totally involved with the male body kneeling over her. She felt his hairy thighs gripping her head, mussing her hair, but she didn't care. Jesus! She had waited a long, long time for a man like this, and she wanted to enjoy him. Pete Ross was not only a fabulous plumber but also a fantastic lover. True, she'd had no idea she would be getting this involved with him when she called him to fix the "dripless" spout in her bathroom that was dripping. She could feel his own "faucet" working through her mouth as his hips urgently thrust down, twisting, turning, moving faster and faster. Her mouth sucked automatically on his nice thick length of flesh pole.
The walls of Jessica Williams' aching pussy all but crawled with an itchiness, violently contracting. Instead of the relief she had been seeking, the aching discomfort was increasing, reminding her of how long it had been since her vagina had been truly invaded in a proper manner. Not that her own husband wasn't a tongue expert, but it had been so long since his cock had stood up, nice and hard. She ached to have this particular cock fill her hole.
Her fingers reached between her own thighs, scratching the drenched, matted fur very gently, feeling her juicy, swollen clitoris vibrate in response, intensifying the pangs of hunger she felt in her cunt. The pangs were worse than any pain she had felt that one time, years before, when she had lost her virginity.
Pete Ross pounded his hard cock furiously in and out of her mouth, feeling the way her lips tugged and sucked, yet did nothing to alleviate the anguished need.
The damn woman had been the one to suggest he relax before fixing her faucet. In spite of his balding head, he was still one helluva good-looking man, with a dapper mustache, and round almost apple cheeks. True, he wasn't tall, but he was trim, and he had built up quite a reputation with the woman. He had a regular list of people he serviced as a plumber, and the wives of more than half these men were serviced by him in yet another capacity. Jessica Williams was one of these wives.
Frustrated, he tugged his quivering cock from the depths of her mouth, feeling her lack of interest in what she was doing. Ross was very good at being able to tell what was going on in the mind of a woman by the way she sucked his organ.
Jessica, surprised at his move, realized he was looking down at the way her hand was rubbing her pussy. Yes, now he understood.
The woman watched as he said nothing, and in a single, rapid movement, he swung around, bringing his sweating, solid body back over her face while pressing his own face into the seething depths between her thighs. Then he jammed his hard cock right down her throat, feeling his glans sink into her pharynx as her nose pressed into his balls.
Jessica grimaced with dissatisfaction. If there was one thing she hated almost as much as simple cocksucking, it was a sixty-nine. It was totally impossible for her to enjoy the full length of a man's hot tongue in her cunt if she had to concentrate on giving head. She could give as good a blowjob as anyone, but when her cunt was being lapped, she wanted to concentrate on it and enjoy what the man was doing to her.
Ross's mouth covered the woman's throbbing clitoris and his lips began to violently suck it, pulling on it painfully hard, almost as if he wished he could get this over with, so he could go back to work. Not that he wasn't being paid for his time in bed with the woman. He charged by the hour, and if she wished to keep him in bed, that was extra ... time and a half, as a matter of fact. There was no feeling in what he was doing because he had a hangover, and his senses were dulled. His teeth began savagely biting and pulling, bruising the titillated nerve-endings that had responded to Jessica's own, soft, knowing touch, moments earlier. The woman's passion was quickly subsiding as her inner muscles tensed because of his wild oral attack on her tender cunt.
Jesus! the woman thought. The son of a bitch seems to be made of stone today. He doesn't seem to feel a goddamn thing I do for him, and worse ... he doesn't seem to realize he's hurting me. And then she chided herself, thinking it might be her own fault. If she had closed her mind to her own needs for a moment and had given his prick a good mouthing, he would have eventually shoved it into her cunt, where it belonged. And once Pete Ross had his cock in her cunt, Jessica always came. Always!
He never made the first overture. But Jessica had heard how good he was from one of her society friends, and decided to find out for herself. So when the first leak had developed, in the kitchen sink, she had called Pete Ross, and she had made certain her husband wasn't around. When he had finished his work, she had brazenly stripped her nightgown off in front of him, and asked him to fix the leak in her own "drain." And without so much as lifting an eyebrow, Pete Ross had done exactly that, shoving his own "plunger" into her and thrusting it up and down until it had dredged a solid orgasm from inside her.
Pete's mind seemed preoccupied. The night before he had gone off on a bender. His brother had died after a long illness, and though Pete had known it would have to happen, it still hurt. His brother's wife had died in a train wreck some years earlier, and the only member of his brother's family left alive was his twelve-year-old niece Edie. And Edie would be coming to live with him. Being a bachelor, Pete had no idea how to take care of a twelve-year-old girl.
He suddenly felt his mind dragged away from his thoughts when Jessica sighed and began sucking harder, pulling on his cock with her lips. If he shot his wad, he would have automatically stopped sucking the woman's cunt, which was the last thing she wanted. If she pushed him off, he might get angry and leave her in an even worse physical state than when he had arrived. Jessica wanted him to blow his load, all right, but she wanted it inside her rectum, after giving her a vaginal blowoff.
Lifting her mouth from his throbbing cock, Jessica Williams tugged her own crotch from the gnashing mouth of Pete Ross, then turned around and pressed her large, sagging breasts against his hairy chest, spreading her legs around his slender hips. Before he could object to what she was doing, she leaned down and kissed him hard on the mouth. Her lips and tongue could taste the rawness of her own musky pussy. The woman used her hands to hold his face in place, keeping it from moving so she could enjoy herself with him. With her tongue she stroked in and out of his mouth, rubbing her sopping pussy against his thigh all the while.
"Ummmmm!" she sighed, trying to bring his mind back to the reality of what they were doing. "I love to kiss you, Pete. Your lips are just right for kissing, not too thin, not too thick. Compared to my husband, your body is always so ready. And that fat, large hardon of yours always seems to fit so nicely into my cunt."
There, she'd said it. She'd let him know exactly what was on her mind. Even now, she could feel the throbbing, pulsing prick rub her body, and it made her shudder. God! She needed that cock so much.
"So you like my cock?" Pete asked, looking up at her, smiling, his white teeth shining in contrast to the dark brown mustache adorning his upper lip.
"I love your big joint," she whispered. "It's been one of the few things I can say I've really enjoyed in the past few years."
"I had no idea it made you so happy," Pete teased.
"There's nothing around to make me happier."
"Well then, I suppose you'd like to sit on it, huh?"
"You bastard," she smiled. "Still want me to do all the work while you get paid for it. You really are some son of a bitch. But yes," she nodded. "I suppose that's as good a way as any to get things really going."
The woman giggled like a teenaged girl as she sat up in order to crouch over the man's hefty red cock. Her fingers caressed it one more time.
"You really know how to make it feel good," Ross said, not really meaning it, but knowing it was what she wanted to hear.
"It's nice and hard," she said, gripping his cock base with her clutching hand while she straddled it and aimed the pulsing head between her pussy lips. "Honey, you just tell me if I'm using too much pressure."
Slowly, Jessica sank down on the meaty prod, sliding the wet penis into the sucking depths of her aching vaginal center. She felt the solid prod riding smoothly up as a combination of ooze from Ross's cock and her own vagina made his initial penetration so wonderfully delightful.
"That ... uhhhh ... feels great," he gasped.
Some things Pete Ross couldn't fake, and the enjoyment of a cunt, even an open one like this, was one of them. He did like the way she rode his cock.
"Now," she said, "tell me if you can feel this," and a bunch of lines creased Jessica's face as a look of concentration crossed it.
"Unnhhh ... yeahhhhh ... " Pete admitted. "That's really good," feeling Jessica's vaginal muscles tightening a bit, enclosing his cock a bit more firmly, enjoying the way the woman was milking his cock.
"I'll do it again," she insisted, and once more her face concentrated on what she was doing as her cunt squeezed the length of his pulsing cock. Ross felt that old familiar slushing of warm, slick, crushing cunt muscles contracting and kneading the horn of his upthrust prick. He could feel the tightness contract around the base of his throbbing manflesh, then slowly work higher and higher as Jessica's body rose. His entire body shuddered as he felt the woman's vulva squeeze just under his corona. It began to snap him out of his hungover funk.
"Ummmphhh!" he exclaimed. "That's great!"
Jessica reached down, took his hands, and placed them on her breasts, urging, "Squeeze my boobs, huh! It'll make everything so much better for me."
Her hands pressed his palms against her swollen, sagging breasts. She was a woman well into her forties, and all things considered, her breasts were still standing up fairly well. Other women her age had nipples down to their waistlines. Not that it would have mattered to Pete. One old cunt was like another to him. He sighed, feeling her fingers push his hands into the round swells of her breasts.
"I like that," Jessica told him, letting go, seeing his hands remain where she had placed them. Her own hands were starting to massage his hardened nipples.
She sighed and gasped as she felt Ross's hands rub and squeeze her nipples. She could feel his fingers rubbing each of her aureolas as his thumbs and forefingers continued tweaking her sensitive nipples while gently tugging on them.
Jessica felt the masterful way he was handling her, and began rocking back and forth on his throbbing hard cock. The length of it inside her roiling vagina made her remember all the things she needed and wanted.
"Yeah," Ross told her. "That's good. But I like it better when I feel that greased pussy of yours sliding up and down the length of my hard meat."
Jessica smiled, pleased that she was getting to him, because she wanted to believe she was something special. And she was! Unlike most of the other old ladies that Pete Ross fucked, this one didn't lie back in the missionary position and let him do all the work. And this was one of the reasons he enjoyed fucking this particular woman, even though her pussy was somewhat loose.
"It's a good thing you're a man and not a woman," Jessica gasped.
"Yeah ... well, I can understand your not wanting me to be a woman," Pete nodded.
"Oh, it's much more than you think," Jessica gasped, continuing to ride the length of his erection up and down. "If you were a pretty young woman, my husband would probably be the one home, and he'd make sure to call you when I wasn't around. The old coot can only get it up with young meat."
"No kidding," Pete Ross said, smiling.
At this point Jessica's smile became almost meaningless. It was obvious she wasn't seeing him as she started on her ride into sexual Valhalla. The woman rose and fell, pumping her womanly orifice down around his throbbing joint. Each time she shifted her weight, her vaginal lips grabbed his cock all the more strongly, tugging his mighty staff again and again. She rode him as though she was mounted on a horse, sitting upright on his hard cock, then leaning forward, pressing her mouth to his as her breasts burned into his palms until he was able to pull his hands away. Then her flesh could feel his nipples almost cutting into them. She entwined her arms around Ross's neck, the fingers rubbing and kneading the flesh as her tongue continued stabbing in and out between his lips like the slithering tongue of a snake. Her wet cunt was hot and full, stuffed with the man's meaty length.
"Uuunnnggghhh! God! God! God! Fuck me, Pete. Fuck my cunt hard! Ohhhhh Goddddd! I need it! Fuck me until you pull my flesh right out of me. Fuck me, but don't come inside me. Come on, Pete. You can do it! Fuck me, hard!"
She rode him long and hard, pounding solidly against his pelvis. The woman churned against the length of his thrusting cock, taking every last inch of his screwing muscle into the squishy depths of her sodden cunt.
Sitting on top of Ross the way she was, Jessica found herself in a good position to manipulate the man, feeling the way his firm, solid rod twitched inside her cock-hungry cunt. She felt Ross reach around and grab her asscheeks, cupping them in his hands and supporting her bouncing body. He squeezed her assflesh, making her churn her butt circularly, then back and forth, lifting her up and down, feeling the way her labial grip sucked on the knob of his jutting stick as well as the hard shuddering length of it.
"Ohhhhhh, I like that," he gasped. "I like the way you can tighten those hot cuntlips of yours around the head of my cock. I've never met another woman who could do it. What's the secret?"
"I practiced tightening and loosening my muscle inside when I was young, when I used to urinate. I used to stop, then go, stop then go, and it developed my vaginal muscles."
She thrilled to the building pressure wrought by his working cock in her tight cunt. The woman was getting so hot, it was all she could do to gasp for breath. And when she did speak again, it was to say, "Ohhhhhh, Pete ... Here I come ... UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!"
What she was saying was more of a lusty gasp than a shout as her tits continued rubbing against his chest, feeling the walls of her vagina suddenly contract and tighten around his thrusting cock so it was all but impossible for him to push it any deeper into her. The woman almost gargled her gasps as she rocked back and forth, and then felt his throbbing cock start to expand inside her.
"Don't shoot it in me," she pleaded. "I have to keep my box clean, in case my husband comes home and decides to sniff it. You know that."
She leaped off his cock, and Ross inwardly cursed. He had been so close to coming, he could feel the sperm near the top of his cock. One or two more strokes would have done the trick.
Falling back, feeling the disappointment in his body, he was totally unprepared when she slid off his chest, then suddenly sat right on his face, mushing her wet, dripping cunt into his mouth, letting her pussy juices soak into his mustache.
Jessica needed more and more and more. Pete Ross was the one man to give it to her. At this moment she could feel his mouth against her dripping hole, and imagined him looking straight up into her pink interior.
There was no doubt that Pete was hot at the sight of the woman's cunt. He still hadn't come, and his body was crawling out of its hungover state into a state of anxiety. Shit! He needed to come, and that was all there was to it.
The sight of her dripping pussy and the rich smell of her interior writhing into his nostrils made him shudder and ache for more, and he knew he was going to eat it again.
Jessica felt him stab his tongue into her seething depths. The lingual organ began working around and around, searching through her tight interior, finally finding the nubbin of her clitoris hovering just above the apex to her inner lips. She felt the licking tongue work all around her cuntal protrusion, lapping and licking and wildly tasting before the raspy tongue wormed its way into her shuddering, leaking, greasy chamber. Eventually the tongue came sliding out all over again, making her squirm as she felt it once again attack her clitoral extension. Jessica thrilled to the pressure of Ross's tongue, rubbing up and down, up and down, making her writhe and squirm.
Jessica swiveled her hips and her thighs opened wide, spreading more and more. Her dank vagina was that much more available to the man's licking digit. She felt him running his oral dagger in and out between her wet, soaking cuntlips, making her clitoris twitch as more and more of the juices continued flooding out of her, letting him know her vagina was still a mired swam,.
The woman felt Ross fill her with more of his oral muscle, and she ran her cunt back and forth, back and forth.
"Good! Good!" she gasped, staring down between her thighs. "You really know how to do that, Pete. Not even my husband is as good as you when you go to work with your mouth."
The man's tongue was building that lusty sensation in her body again. Jessica felt wild chills shoot up her spine into her neck and face. She found herself blushing as blood filled the capillaries in her face. She gasped all over again, and murmured, "That's it, Pete. Fuck me with that tongue of yours. Fuck it as far into my cunt as it'll go. And don't forget to lap my clitoris."
Ross continued lapping at Jessica's extended clit with his eager tongue. His oral organ stroked up and down against the tiny organ, and he made certain that the surrounding tissues remained wet with his saliva while his tongue continued stimulating her. She was panting, loving every second of what his tongue was doing to her, feeling him open his mouth and swallow her tiny clitoris again and again.
Jessica spread her thighs even wider, almost doing a ballet split as she pressed her cunt even further down against Pete's working mouth. Her pussy lips were wide apart, rubbing his cheeks, and her clitoris all but hung into his mouth. Each time he parted his lips, her clitoral meat was there, ready to be eaten.
"Jesus!" she heard him gasping. "You're hotter than usual. I love it! I love it!"
Pete had to tell her how much he loved it. He told it to all the women. If he didn't, they might change plumbers. And he made a good living from this neighborhood. He especially made a good living from Jessica. She was the only really well-to-do person in the area. All the others were middle-class women. Even so, he had come from a poor family himself, and dicking all these middle-class and upper-middle-class broads was one of the greatest triumphs that he had achieved. It was one of the reasons why he had never married. If and when he ever did marry, he intended remaining faithful to his wife. And at this moment, he was in no mood to remain faithful to anyone, not even to the Queen of England.
While he was thinking, Jessica rose from his face, turning around, assumed the classic sixty-nine position, and once again gobbled his meat. Only this time she was doing it eagerly. She jammed her mouth down around the throbbing muscle, sucking the full length of it into her oral depths. Her tongue rolled around the head on each upward movement of her face, licking all the tasty sauce his cock was emitting in its lubricating frenzy. And as she sucked the meaty length, Jessica could feel his mouth eating her cunt even more avidly. She felt the man push his face until her sodden labia were spread so wide that she feared his entire head might get lost inside her. And all the while his slithering, weighty cock ran in and out of her outstretched mouth. Her tongue licked furiously, wetting down the entire length of his beef roll. Her lips pulled tightly around the entire cock, and when her face was all the way down, with his thick glans pushing into her esophagus, her tongue coiled around the base of his hard cock. She licked and lapped at his pelvis, then drew her mouth up along the member until only the head remained in her mouth. Her lips tugged on the corona as her tongue licked the thick cap, coiling itself around the corona again and again.
Jessica could feel Pete's oral extension sliding nicely around in the depths of her sodden cunt, and then, as her tongue continued its up and down circuit of his hard cock, she felt his hands pushing her forward just the littlest bit, and suddenly his tongue was slurping across her perineum, into the cleft between her round, heavy asscheeks. Ross's hands took a firm grip on her buttocks, and then his thumbs were tugging her bottomcheeks apart, and Jessica could feel his lapping tongue lancing directly against the dime-size pucker of her anus. His tight grip on her asscheecks made her shudder as he spread her buns even wider apart, widening her crack until her cheeks looked like a flat plane rather than an oversize hot-cross-bun.
"That looks mighty tasty," she heard him whisper, and then he slaverered the flattened length of his tongue through her asscrack, washing it over the tiny crinkle. His brushing tongue made it wetter and wetter with his saliva, and it continued slurping up and down until it had washed every last little bit of flesh inside the anal crevice.
Jessica was bouncing up and down, thrilling to the icy pressure of his tongue massaging her asshole. She thrilled to the way the point of his tongue pressed against the tiny hole, trying to widen the doughnut-like sphincter muscle. She became totally distracted at the way Pete's reaming tongue was working, and now lifted her mouth from the tubular length of his throbbing cock. She gripped his hard cock tightly in her fist and licked the tip again and again with her roving tongue, then rubbed the wet glans against her cheeks and eyelids. The woman loved the feel of the plumber's cock, but right now she was enjoying what his tongue was doing to her asshole even more. The woman was flushed with sexual fever as she sighed, "Ooooh, yes, yes, I love it, I love it, keep on doing it."
Everything in the woman's rectum was sodden with saliva. Her rectal tube had been filled up to three-eighths of an inch by Ross's driving tongue. Her smooth, buttery, round, somewhat heavy asscheeks had been lapped and kissed until all she could feel back there was ecstatic sensation. Her sphincter was soaking with saliva, and she thrilled when Ross slapped her asscheeks a few times, making them turn from eggwhite to rich pink.
"Oh, Pete, Pete," she gasped. "I love when you do that to me. It drives me absolutely wild."
"You really dig that?" Pete Ross asked.
"You better believe it, buster. Keep on smacking my buns, huh."
"Why not!" Pete Ross shrugged, thinking each person got his or her kicks in different ways. He knew if anyone touched his buttocks with anything other than a gentle hand, he would be more than a little angry. He began whacking Jessica's asscheeks until they had turned a rich red, and she squirmed and writhed all over him, her clutching hand tugging and pulling on the throbbing pole, enhancing the sensations still building in him.
Jessica's mouth had returned to the hot, hard length of his throbbing cock, sucking and slurping all over it, and Ross thrust his wang as far into her throat as was humanly possible. Jessica continued sucking the hard hot length of his pole, nibbling with her teeth as her mouth rose and fell along the length of cock. By now, she had the entire length of his throbbing hog buried between her sucking lips. The woman could tell he was enjoying himself by the way he was squeezing her asscheeks. Ross's hands slid along the full length of her womanly body and gripped her hair, and then he was tugging her mouth wildly up and down the entire length of his cock again and again, while his tongue returned to Jessica's cunt. The woman was thrashing about, writhing madly as she felt his tongue sink deep into her feminine cavern.
At one point he rolled her off his body and stood over her.
"What's wrong?" Jessica asked. "Weren't you enjoying what I was doing?"
"I loved it," Pete told her. "But now it's time for a little old-fashioned missionary cock-in-cunt fucking. I intend popping my load inside your body."
Jessica smiled, nodding. She understood, and it made her happy to think he was so concerned with getting his rocks off in her aching anus. Well, why not! He deserved it, the way he had lapped her cunt and asshole. But in her ass, not her cunt.
The woman reached between her thighs with both hands and tugged her twin pussylips wide open. The rich greying hairs around her interior muff were shining with her heavy juices, looking like strands of silver.
"Come on in," she invited. "Ram that length of steel into my aching depths and fuck me."
She smiled up at him, and Pete Ross stared down into her seething twiff and decided it was time to blast his sperm into her, whether her husband liked it or not.
"You go and douche after I get through with you," he snapped. "I wanna get my load off inside you."
"Use my ass," she begged. "You've fucked me there before. You know I can take it. Come on, Pete. Don't shoot in my cunt."
"All right," he nodded. "I'll fuck your cunt, and when I'm ready to come, I'll ram my dingus right up your poophole."
"Good boy!" Jessica smiled.
He leaned against her, his hot hard cock only inches from pressing into her tight cunt. His mouth capped one of her nipples, using his tongue to lavishly lave it. In the meanwhile, he could feel Jessica guiding his cock toward her waiting cunt. The woman was certain she was going to have another orgasm at any moment.
"Unnnhhhh!" Jessica gasped, pulling his aching rod against her cuntlips. "That's the way, that's the way. Fill me with it."
Ross gripped the woman's other breast with his hand and squeezed, while his mouth nibbled and sucked this breast while he wagged his head from side to side. Simultaneously, he jammed his hips forward and sent his long, flesh spear slamming into the heated depths of her aching vagina. He could feel the hot, wet gush of her juices everywhere.
Jessica's deep, meaty cunt tugged and yanked on Pete Ross's throbbing joint. His powering muscle seemed to expand inside her, and the mushroom-shaped head slammed into her cervix, making her bounce wildly.
"Oooooohhhh, Christ!" she gasped. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"I ... uhhhh ... can feel it," he gasped, knowing his sperm was starting to rise inside him.
He yanked his hard cock from her creaming vaginal depths and Jessica wanted to scream, feeling herself on the verge of another climax. And then, she felt him press the dome of his throbbing penis against the star of her anus ... and push. The wet, dribbling oils from her cunt had long before slithered into her rectal crack, seeping into her anal entry way. And now she felt Ross shove. Hard!
"Uurrggghhh!" she gasped, feeling her sphincter relax.
She had been assfucked many times by this man, and knew enough to keep her anus totally relaxed. Doing so meant that he could fit his cock in easily. And that was what happened. She felt the heavy dome of his penis press open the doughnut-like hole of her ass, and the huge, heavy pole went sliding right into her. His fingers reached around her thighs and into her vaginal crevice, massaging her clitoris, and Jessica suddenly realized that the mere touch against her clitoris was setting her off. She began bucking wildly, coming insanely as gouts of lubricant spurted from her wide-open cuntlips and shot onto the covers.
Enhancing the thrill for her was the hard pole moving through her rectum, rubbing back and forth, making her feel as if sparks were being shot off in her rectum. She often had an anal orgasm when he poled her back there, but never this quickly.
"HHHHHAAAAAIIIIIGGGGGHHHHHr she gasped, bucking wildly, feeling the swollen dome of his cock, lodged in the deepest part of her ass, expand, swell, and suddenly explode inside her.
"YYYYYAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHAANN MMMMMMMMMM AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHAANNGGHH!" Pete Ross bellowed, feeling his throbbing cock erupt in the distended rectum of Jessica Williams. Pulsation after pulsation of hot, viscous juice came jetting from his cock, shooting into her colon, filling her rectum, backing up and flowing out around his stiff pole to drip onto her bedcovers.
Damn! she thought. I'll have to change the covers before my husband gets home. And that was all she thought as she felt her final orgasm of the day take hold of her.
And when it was over, Pete Ross calmly went into her bathroom, changed a washer in her sink, and charged her fifty dollars for the hour and a quarter he had been there.
And Jessica Williams was more than happy to pay!