Chapter 4
Brian Shafer wasn't much for parties, especially parties where he knew hardly anyone. Coming here was Suzanne's idea. These were the people she worked with at the agency. Brian found them a bunch of vapid yuppies and he was getting pretty fucking bored with the whole thing.
Where in the hell was Suzanne, anyway? He hadn't seen her for ten or fifteen minutes, at least. Brian swirled his drink in his glass and pretended he was listening to the chatter of a couple of guys who were explaining how to get rich in money market certificates, but his eyes scanned the room in search of his wife.
No sign of her. Christ, what a bore this was! Brian turned away and let his mind roam back to what he and Cookie had done this morning on the bed in the guest room. The memory of her hot wet mouth and her juicy wet cunt wrapped around the throbbing stiffness of his rigid cock sent tingles up and down his spine, and he had to look down to make sure his goddamn prick wasn't starting to point its snout upward as it, too, remembered.
Suzanne Shafer arose from the toilet, her panties in her hand. She went to the bidet and mounted it, allowing the water to swirl across her piss-wet cunt. That felt good. She gave herself another spray for the sake of cleanliness, and because it made her clit quiver a little, too. Smiling, Suzanne wiped her pussy, patting it one or two more times than was really necessary.
"You look marvelous," a voice called from the bathroom doorway, and Suzanne looked up, still smiling.
"Hello, Karl," she said throatily, standing up, the filmy ice-blue panties dangling from one hand. The slitted front of her skirt gave him a quick glimpse into her crotch, and she smiled. The panties fluttered from her hand and fell onto the sink top. He watched them drop. He smiled. She knew his cock was already hard and hot for her.
The man came to her and put his hands on her waist. Suzanne closed her eyes and tilted her head back as his mouth came down upon hers. She shivered dreamily when his crotch rubbed against her and she felt the stiff horniness of the cock inside his pants.
He bore her back, against the sink cabinet, and she opened herself eagerly to him. Karl Martin opened the top of her party dress and bared the full, ripe mounds of her tits.
The cherry-red nipples were already stiff with anticipation,, and Karl bent down to suck them into his lips. He hummed as he mouthed her tits, and Suzanne folded her arms around his head, feeding him the way she'd fed Josie when her daughter was a baby. She was only sorry she couldn't fill his mouth with milk.
His large hands dominated her tits, squeezing them, making them throb and pulsate with arousal. She kissed the top of his head while he sucked at her nipples.
"Hurry!" she whispered. "We don't have all night!"
Karl's hands moved inside her opened dress. He slid them down to her waist. Her body pressed against his.
"Please," she said, "I need you so much."
Karl straightened up, wiping the saliva from his mouth. He looked at the exposure of Suzanne and smiled. Under the dress she was braless - at thirty-six her tits were firm cones that needed little artificial support - and, with her panties lying atop the sink, she wore only garters and textured stockings that called dramatic emphasis to her long legs. Karl touched the tops of her hose, then the smooth flesh just above them.
"I love the nylons," he said. "Did you wear them just for me?"
"You don't think I wore them for my husband, do you?" Suzanne smiled, reaching for the fly of Karl's pants.
She undid his pants and dropped to her knees before him as she took his cock out. Looking up, she smiled, her hands full of his hard throbbing prick.
"Oh, it's so lovely," she said. "And so hot, so stiff, so excited!"
She worked with him every day, and hardly a day went by that she didn't have the taste of his juicy hot cock in her mouth, but the sight of Karl's aroused prick never failed to make wetness ooze from the hot-upped crack of Suzanne's pussy. She pursed her lips and blew across his big red cock-knob, and her face moved closer to his pulsating prick.
Her lips ovaled, and she sucked him in, pulling earnestly with her lips and jaws at the erect cock. Her eyes were closed. Karl thrust and fucked into Suzanne's mouth, his hands tight on her head.
She took control of the act, manipulating him sexually with her lustful mouth, and his strokes grew easier, more relaxed. She heard him sigh. He always said that there was a sweet soothing quality to her cocksucking, and she had the proof of it lying fat and hard and meaty on her tongue.
She worked her face back and forth, gulping at the stiffness of his cock, sucking hard for the juice she knew filled his long, erect prick. His cockhead engorged as she sucked it, and the big bulb throbbed at the top of her throat. She gulped a little harder and took him inside, but only for a moment. She couldn't breathe with her gullet full of prick, though she couldn't think of a hotter, sweeter way to die than strangulation by cock.
Pre-cum leaked from the tip of his prick. She held it in her fingers and milked the watery ooze onto her tongue, lapping at the sensitive underside of Karl's prick. She teased him, tickled him, made the shaft of his cock vibrate in response. Her lips closed around him and she sucked him deep inside once more.
He took her tits in his hands and squeezed them, pulling the already-excited nipples to even longer erections with his fingers. Suzanne moaned around Karl's cock and gobbled him all the more hungrily, lustfully, sensuously.
"Oh, yes!" she murmured to the prick she fed upon. "Oh, yes, I want you inside me!"
Karl pulled her up and kissed her suck-wet mouth. His hands moved on her body, one of them sliding down to fondle the furry mound of her cunt. He parted her cuntlips with his fingers and slid into the wet heat within. Suzanne closed her eyes and moaned aloud, spreading her legs to give him all the room, all the access, he needed.
His finger speared up into her cunt and she purred from deep in her throat, like a cat being stroked. His finger slicked in and out of her ever-wetter hole, penetrating deeply, making the juices flow from the walls of the cunt.
"If you don't fuck me, I'll - oh, shit, Karl, will you just fuck me?"
She had known she would end up alone with him at this party. Christ, it was the main reason she'd come! Suzanne leaned back against the sink cabinet, her legs spread, and she caressed the wet fur of her cunt, opening her cuntlips to show him how glossy-glisteny pink she was inside.
And she knew how good she looked. Christ, she was only thirty-six! She had years and years of good looks left inside her. Dark-haired, hazel-eyed, her skin smooth, tight, tanned - she looked at Karl and slipped her finger inside her slick-wet, ooze-dripping cunt, and she stirred it thoughtfully, licking her lips as she eyed his reactions.
"Eat me first," she said. "I want your tongue on my cunt."
Karl knelt, while she looked down in anticipation. He kissed the insides of her thighs, above the stocking tops, his mouth moving closer and closer to her yearning cunt.
"Yes, do it," she whispered. "We don't have too much time. He'll wonder where I am, for Christ's sake!"
Karl's tongue slurped through her open gash.
Suzanne closed her eyes and whimpered, relishing the feel of his mouth assaulting her hot, hard clit. She squirmed and twisted on her spiked heels, pushing her cunt at his face. He moved his tongue in and out of her spread pussy, and she pissed little dribbles of fuckjuice onto it.
His hands were on her ass, squeezing the firm but yielding cheeks almost unmercifully. His fingers were in her asscrack, and she giggled like a teenager, feeling his ticklish strokes across her tingly, tight asshole.
"Now," she said. "Let's do it now, darling, before I fucking explode!"
But he paused to give her a few more licks around the clit and the sensitive, aroused lips of her cunt, his tongue flat-slurping up and down the crease of her pussy, and Suzanne moaned and felt a little bubbly orgasm ripple down the pathway of her pussy. Karl mouthed into it, sucking the sweet juices from her tingly hole, his tongue probing inside to feast on them, and she shuddered and whimpered against him, her body aflame with lust and desire.
He stood up then, his cock jutting hard and proud out of his undone pants, and Suzanne gripped it with both hands. She kissed him, eating her cuntjuices from his lips as she played with his cock, as she stroked her hot excited pussy with his velvety cock-knob.
"Yes, yes," she murmured, feeding the tip of the prick into her wet, open lips, thrusting her cunt toward him.
He pushed as hard as Suzanne, and his cock fucked into her primed, ready cunt. She gasped at the feel of all his cock buried inside her, and she lifted one leg, twining it around his body as he pressed against her.
"Lift me!" she panted, and she hiked her ass upward, catching it on the top of the sink cabinet. She hung her cunt over the edge of the woodwork, and Karl started to pound his way in and out of her, while her hands and legs took him prisoner and sentenced him to hard time in her worked-up pussy.
He fucked her just the way she'd learned to love it, and the knob of his cock burrowed deeply into her cunt, hitting spots she had never known she had.
Again and again he fucked her, stirring the fires in Suzanne's cunt with his long prick, and she squirmed and moaned and purred and whimpered and milked him with her pussy muscles. She was sure she could feel his cock getting bigger still inside her, spreading her cunt almost to the breaking point.
He was breathing hard as he fucked her. He was in great shape and could fuck for hours, but he always said that Suzanne was a meaner and more demanding fuck than any three women her size. They'd both have to sneak a shower before returning to the party.
"Yes!" she gasped. "Oh, yes, do it, do it hard! Oh, make me come, you horny fucker! "
And she pumped her cunt at him, sucking his cock with its wet, glove-like pressure, dragging him deeper and deeper into the sweet slickness of her fuckhole.
He sucked at her tits while he fucked her. That in itself was almost enough to make her come again. His hand was on her cunt, and he stroked and prodded her hard clit, making spurts of nearly unbearable ecstasy shoot like lightning through Suzanne's aroused body.
Her guts were full of his throbbing swollen cock-knob, and she squeezed her pussy walls tightly around the bulk of his driving cock. Her clit seemed to grow even larger, more sensitive, under his caressing fingers, and she felt fire take life inside her body.
"Make me come!" she gasped, and clutched at him with everything she had.
Her pussy exploded around his cock, and the savage fullness of him inside her sent Suzanne over the edge. She leaned back, her cunt thrust forward, and she basked in the glory of her second climax.
He pulled out of her slowly, his cock wet and red but still erect, and she realized that he hadn't shot off yet. Her own fires were beginning to subside, and she looked at him, licking her lips.
"Do you want me to suck it off?" she asked saucily. "I could really get behind the idea of your hot cum squirting down my throat!"
"Funny you should mention getting behind," Karl said with a wicked leer. "That's just what I was thinking of."
Suzanne's eyebrows lifted, and she tossed back her dark hair.
"You're filthy," she said, but she slid down off the sink top and turned around, lifting her skirt up and out of the way. Her legs were spread, and she gave her ass a come-on wiggle.
"Is this what you were referring to?" she asked, sounding almost innocent.
Karl moved behind her, running his hands over the sweaty cheeks of her ass. He poked her pussy for a moment.
"Oh, shit!" she sighed. "I'm too tender, don't put it in my cunt again, please! You've already fucked it raw - isn't there something else you had in mind, baby? The same thing I want, hmmmmm, Karl?"
But his cockhead eased into her, and she twitched, feeling its hard masculine bite. He fucked four or five inches up her cunt, soaking his cock in her sticky wetness, and then he pulled out, and Suzanne gripped the water tap, knowing what was about to happen.
He spread her asscheeks with both hands and used his hip muscles to push his cock at her. She felt his wet hard prick rubbing through her asscrack, nosing around her tight asshole.
God, she thought, who'd have ever figured me for a lady that gets off on being assfucked? Her husband Brian had suggested it a few times, and she'd given him such grief he hadn't even mentioned the topic in several years. But she knew now that it wasn't disgusting or degrading or perverted. And she knew she was about to get her asshole fucked full of sweet, fat, throbbing cock.
"Yes!" she hissed. "Oh, Karl darling, fuck my hot tight ass!"
He fucked his prick into her tight asshole, straining as he attempted to get inside her. She grunted hard and pushed back, eager to help him as much as she could. But it was a tight fit.
His big bulbous cock-knob worked deeper, opening her ass-ring little by little. Suzanne could feel the resistance weakening, could feel his cock beginning to move inside her.
There was a moment of almost red-hot pain as his cock fucked into her ass, but the muscles went slack almost as soon as he was in her, and the worst was over. Her hands clutched the water taps until her knuckles went white.
"Do it, Karl, oh, fucking do itttttt!"
He fucked his cock up her shithole. Suzanne whimpered, and she even felt tears welling in the corners of her eyes, but she wouldn't have told him to stop.
"Fuck my ass!" she whispered. "Oh, baby, fuck my motherfucking asshole!"
His cock was fully inside her now, and she could feel her asshole turning to greasy jelly around him. He gasped a little at the tightness with which his prick was surrounded, and his hands were tight and possessive on her tingling, sweat-covered asscheeks. Karl gave his hips a shake, pulled himself back, and thrust in again.
The penetration grew easier and easier with each thrust, and Suzanne was soon moaning in delirium. Each stroke seemed to send vibrations through her, vibrations that centered on her erect clit.
Karl reached beneath her and pawed her pussy as he continued to fuck her asshole, and she squirmed, swayed, moaned, shuddered, meeting his cock stroke for stroke and squeezing him in her ass to urge him to do still more.
He tweaked her hard clit, and she pissed another river of cuntjuice onto his hand. His prick fucked into her savagely, thrust after furious thrust, reaming Suzanne's shitter with vigor. She squealed and groaned with each stab, and she whispered, "More, oh, harder, deeper, more, more!"
Soon an orgasm ripped through her cunt, as she had known it would. She'd never failed to come during an assfuck with Karl.
"I'm coming!" she moaned. "Oh, God, I'm coming!"
He fucked into her again and again. "Oh, God, I'm coming!"
He fucked into her again and again, still fingering her pussy, and the digit that was inserted up her cunt felt the ecstatic convulsion and suction of her orgasm. His cock seemed to hit uncharted depths in her shitter, and the forceful vibration of his thrusts kept her orgasm alive, made it rip through and through.
Karl fucked into her until she started to tremble beneath him. "Oh, please!" she gasped. "I can't take any more!"
He pulled out of her. Suzanne turned and sank to the floor, looking up at him with glassy eyes. She leaned back against the sink cabinet and took his cock in her hands, feeding it into her mouth.
She tasted the shit that spotted his prick, and she tasted the excitement, the energy that pulsated inside him. After eighteen years of marriage, she found little excitement in Brian, but at this moment, sex was as magical, as thrilling for Suzanne as it had been the summer night she lost her cherry. She filled her mouth with Karl's cock and sucked, hungry for the jism that bubbled inside his balls.
"I'm gonna eat your cum!" she whispered, slurping and licking his prick, kissing the tip with her wet thirsty lips, taking him inside her mouth for long, deep, soulful sucks and gulps.
"Are you ever!" Karl groaned, closing his eyes. He put his hands on her head and fucked his cock in and out of her mouth. She could taste his arousal, and she knew that his fuse was burning shorter with each lap of her tongue.
Her mouth suddenly filled with hot cum, and she gulped it down her throat, sucking until his cock had gone dry. And still she sucked, as if she might coax out yet another gushing load of jizz.
"Oh," she said at last, releasing him from her mouth but pursuing him for yet another cummy kiss or two up and down the red shaft of his prick. "Oh, that was so fantastic! But now I suppose I should go back down and let Brian know I'm still alive. At least this will hold me till tomorrow, when we're together again at the office."
Karl smiled. He scooped up a stray driblet of cum that had leaked down Suzanne's chin, and he wiped it across her lips. She sucked at his finger the way she had sucked his cock, and her eyes sparkled. Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough for Suzanne Shafer.