Chapter 3

Tommy Farr, although he was Dirk Smithers' nephew, was completely opposite in every possible way, except one. Whereas Dirk's good looks were dark and sullen, Tommy was fair and sandy-haired. His build was tall, lean and whip-like, as opposed to Dirk's burliness. He was also warm, likeable, with a quick boyish laugh that most women thought of as "cute." Nearly everybody in Ebersburg either hated or feared Dirk. Hardly anybody disliked Tommy. Not only because he was a star athlete on the town's semi-pro football and baseball team but also because he was a genuine, likeable person.

The one thing the two men had in common was a fiercely lusty appetite for the opposite sex. Which, most of the time, made that their favorite subject of conversation.

It was said that every young girl in town had hot pants for young Tommy Farr and would gladly pull them off for him, at the slightest opportunity. Most of them never got this. Tommy liked older women. As he put it: "Most young chicks don't even know what it's all about. They think it's a big deal if they move their ass a little and give a couple of grunts, while you're givin' it to 'em. Me, I'll take some cute housewife whose old man is not givin' her enough, any day. They appreciate what they're gettin' and will break their hump to give you the best lay you're ever had, to make sure you'll come back for more."

Dirk Smithers pretty much agreed with this philosophy, except for one young girl in the town. Her name was Kitty Robbins and Dirk said he could get an erection, just thinking about her. She was not a strikingly pretty girl but there was a quality of fresh, sweet-faced innocence about her face, framed by a fall of long, silvery blonde hair, that excited his imagination. Even her eyes, blue as cornflowers, held a wide, naive, little-girl look. Only about five feet three, Kitty was nevertheless perfectly proportioned, short-waisted, long-legged, with hard young buttocks round as volley-balls, and firm, highly set breasts that always looked as though they were straining to burst through her bra. Kitty was sixteen years old.

Dirk Smithers was sitting alone in his cruiser parked near the Bijou Theater, watching Tommy Farr, a few doors down in front of the malt shop, talking with Kitty. Finally they parted with friendly waves of the hand and Tommy moved toward the cruiser.

"Hi, kid, get in a minute," Dirk ordered. "I want to talk with you."

"Sure thing," Tommy answered, trotting around the car and getting in from the other side. "What's up?"

"My cock, man, that's what's up." He laughed quickly. "Not really, of course, but damned close to it. I was thinking, if that was me standing so close to that hot little cunt, Kitty, instead of you, I'd probably have to throw her right down on the sidewalk and bang her good, right there."

"Oh, come on, Dirk," Tommy chuckled. "You wouldn't do a thing like that. You know she's probably cherry. It wouldn't even be worth it."

"Yeah. Some guys go for that but not me. The one time I did it, I had a sore cock for a week. I like it nice and tight, but not that way and the blood bit turns me off, too. So why don't you break it in for me, Tommy? I know goddamned well she goes for you, big. You can tell by the way she looks at you. And I know that sweet and innocent type, too. Once they get started, get well broken in, they get wild for it, they become a piece of ass that'll sock it to you so hard it'll make your balls explode."

Tommy shook his head. "Forget it, Dirk. She's too damned young for me. You know I don't go for that young stuff. It's not only not much good but if you ever get caught, it's statutory rape and besides, they're so damned dumb they don't know how to keep from getting pregnant. I won't go through that routine again. Once was enough."

"Aw, that was three years ago that you got the banker's daughter knocked up. Today, even most young kids know how to take care of themselves, take the pill or at least know how to douche with a bottle of cola. And you might be very wrong about Kitty. She looks like a hot rock to me. Anyhow, keep it in mind and if you ever do rip it off, remember, I want seconds."

"Sure, Dirk," Tommy said, grinning.

"But that isn't what I really wanted to talk about. You heard what happened to my friend, Bev Cantrell, didn't you?"

Tommy nodded a little uneasily.

"Well, I've been thinking about a way to get even with that damned minister's wife, Dianne Barker-and maybe that prissy-looking husband of hers, too-for making poor Bev a town scandal. Incidentally, kid, I've known for a long time that you've had a yen for that nice big ass of Bev's. I think I can fix you up."

"Aw, Dirk, you know I wouldn't want to fool around with any chick of yours."

"You wouldn't, huh?" Dirk asked with a sneering laugh of disbelief.

"Well, you know, I mean, well, maybe if you were through with her or something and wouldn't mind."

"I ain't through with her. She's too good a piece. But I found out today that there's something she digs and I'd like to try it. She's horny to take on two guys at the same time. You know, blow one guy while she's being fucked by the other and then maybe take them both on in a sandwich job."

Tommy's round-faced, boyish good looks showed surprise. "You mean-"

"Sure. One up the back and one up the front."

"How-how do you know she'd like that?"

"Never mind. I know. And it's all set for us. Of all the guys I know, she probably digs you the most. She's heard what a great stud you are. So there's no problem. Except that you've got to do me a favor, first."

"Sure. What is it?"

"You've got to fuck the minister's wife, Dianne Barker."

Tommy Farr almost slid out of the seat. His mouth gaped. His chin dropped. "You've got to be kidding! Nobody's ever going to get any of that stuck-up stuff, except her husband."

"You could be so wrong. How-do you know until you try? You know, sometimes a broad like that is actually dying for some strange cock but, because of her looks and personality, she scares most guys off. I know about those things. A few years back, you remember a school teacher, name of Miss Priddy?"

"Sure," Tommy said. "Used to walk around with her head in the air and a look on her face as though the whole world stunk. All the guys used to say she probably had such a cold cunt that she had to piss extra fast to keep it from freezing."

"I know," Dirk said. "They couldn't have been more wrong. She had the hottest, nicest, juiciest pussy I've ever fucked."

"You did it to Miss Priddy?" Tommy asked in an awed voice.

"Yeah. Old Iceberg Thelma, as some of the guys called her. You know why she went around looking like that, all the time and was cold and rude to men?"

"Uh-uh," Tommy shook his head.

"She told me why. Because she was afraid of herself. She had to keep men away from her, especially her being a school teacher and all, because she was basically so damned hot that she knew once she started screwin', she couldn't stop, could never get enough. She didn't dare go out on a date or be friendly to men so that they might ask her for one because she knew damned well she'd wind up in the sack with the guy, give him the hottest fuck he'd ever had and then it would get all over town. Or at least the guy would be back for more and more and somebody would tumble to her problem."

"Oh, Christ, Dirk, that's fabulous. How'd you get to make it with her?"

"Well, I always figured she wouldn't be bad-looking, once she wiped that snotty look off her face. And you remember she did have a good pair of knockers, nice legs, and a pretty good ass on her."

Tommy nodded.

"So one night her car broke down and I came along and gave her a ride home. She had a big bag of groceries and I carried them up to her apartment for her. As we were going up the stairs, her in front of me, I looked at that ass swinging back and forth and I tells myself, Dirk, you're going to take a whack at that, no matter what happens. I decided to use the old shock treatment a real cocksman once taught me about. He said, five times out o. six, it may get your face slapped but that sixth time will really pay off."

"What kind of shock treatment?"

"Well, in the kitchen, after I set the groceries on the table and she wouldn't have the slightest notion that anything like that would happen-she was just in the act of thanking me-I moved close, ran my hand up under her skirt, pushed it inside her panties and took a gentle but firm hold, right on her snatch. At the same time, I said, real forceful-like, 'I'm going to fuck you, honey! Real good, just like you've wanted for so long!' "

"Oh, wow!"

"Wow is right. She let out this surprised gasp. That snooty look fell right off her face and her eyes got that hot, passionate look instead. 'Oh!' she cried out. 'Oh! Oh, no!" But even while she was saying that, she began to hump against my hand and that hotbox of hers got all nice and creamy. At the same time, I got like an instant hard-on. I took her hand and put it on it. She liked to squeeze that thing to death, right then. The next minute, she almost tore my clothes off. I give it to her on the kitchen table and then on the floor. She started to come before my schlong was halfway in and she didn't stop for the next twenty minutes. I had to go twice more with her, in the bedroom, before she'd let me go. After each time, she cried and kissed me all over and thanked me and told me how bad she'd needed it and I was the first man in a year and a half who'd had sense enough to realize it."

"You kept givin' it to her, after that?"

"Sure. Three or four times a week, once she found out I knew how to be careful and not let anybody tumble to what was going on. I had it like that until the end of the semester when she was transferred to a school in another part of the state. Anyhow, kid, you just might, just might, run into the same thing with that cold-looking Dianne Barker bitch. She just might be needing a good young stud like you to take up where her old man leaves off."

"Hey!" Tommy said suddenly. "Talk about the devil! Here she comes."

Dirk looked around and saw Dianne Barker, carrying several packages, starting to walk past the car. She was wearing a red knit dress that clung revealingly to her large, jutting breasts and outlined the shapeliness of her long and lovely legs.

Dirk poked his head out. the window. "Mrs. Barker?" he called. "May I have a word with you?"

She paused, looked back, saw who it was and frowned disapprovingly. She had never tried to make it any secret that she had little use for Dirk Smithers as a man or as an officer of the law.

"Yes, Deputy Smithers?" she said in a frigid manner.

He stared boldly, leeringly, straight at the twin bulges of her breasts pushing at the bodice of her dress. "Sorry to bother you," he told her. "But I'm rather surprised at a woman of your background and status in the community."

"What do you mean?" she asked in an icy manner, her fine brows arching.

"Well, I'd have thought when you were witness to a crime, that you'd report it to me, instead of a lot of other people," he said.

Her mouth opened in surprise but no words came out

"And you know, lewd and lascivious behavior in public, is a crime, don't you? Or maybe you didn't think what Bev Cantrell was doing with that big thing was lewd and lascivious at all, personally, even though you made a lot of other people think you did. Is that the explanation?"

Dianne Barker's face turned crimson. For a moment she looked as though she might have a heart attack. Then, slowly, she pulled herself together. "Oh! Oh! OH! How dare you talk to me that way, you disgusting man, you! I-I can't take much more of you. Either this town has got to get rid of you or I'll have to leave?"

Dirk Smithers just gave her an evil grin. "Better start packing, sister. I ain't about to go anywhere."

She tossed her head proudly, jutted her breasts out even more prominently, and stalked off.

"How about that?" Smithers laughed. "Really got her shook, didn't I? But I can't stand an uppity dame like that, kid. I'd like to make her eat her own shit which she obviously thinks is so hot. You going to try to help me? Just think about those big tits of hers, how good they'd taste and how she'll buck and howl when you make her come."

"Oh, man, you sure make it sound like a wild trip. Maybe I ought to give it a try."

"You got every chance. You go over there once a week to do odd jobs for the Barkers. Maybe we can figure some way to make sure the reverend isn't there the next time you go."

"Lemme think about it," Tommy said, more and more intrigued, his imagination going to work, thinking about how good the statuesque Dianne Barker would look, naked.

First, though, that afternoon, Tommy Farr, who made his living as a maintenance and odd job man, had another job to take care of. In fact two of them. The first one was to sweep and hose down the patio area around the pool at the Drummond residence. The second, was to take care of Mrs. Lola Drummond.

Lola, at thirty-five, was the attractive wife of the town's leading insurance broker, a man some twenty years older than she was. Until Tommy came along, in the ten years of her marriage, she'd never cheated on her husband, even though most of the time, after they had intercourse, she felt frustrated, unrelieved. Sometimes, so much so that after she was sure that her husband was asleep, she would go to a bathroom at the other end of the house and masturbate until she achieved climax. During these episodes she nearly always fantasized that some good-looking and virile man, considerably younger than herself, was mounted on her.

She was a tall, willowy redhead, small-breasted but with long, shapely legs and a compact little behind. She also was a quietly intelligent woman, very active in church and community affairs. There had never been even a breath of scandal about her. She nearly always sat out by the pool reading while Tommy did his work, but because of her quiet, reserved demeanor and spotless reputation, he had never even given a thought to making a pass at her. She just wasn't the type, he'd decided.

Along about his sixth visit there, after he'd finished cleaning up the patio and was about to leave, Lola Drummond called to him, "Tommy, would you please come over here for a minute?"

She was reclining on a chaise lounge, wearing a short beach robe that revealed her attractive legs up to mid-thigh. She set down the paperback book she had been reading, as Tommy approached.

"Yes, ma'am?" he said curiously.

"Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

He shook his head.

"You're a very attractive young man and I've been wondering about something."

"What's that, Mrs. Drummond?"

"I'll bet you have some good times with some of the wives at the different places you work, don't you?"

"Oh, no," he said, surprised. "I wouldn't do anything like that. I have too much respect for married women. Besides, what would they want with me, just an odd-job man?"

"I can think of a number of things," she told him with a quiet smile. "And knowing some of the women that you do work for, I'm sure that at least some of them wouldn't be above making a pass at a good-looking boy like you. Now, 'fess up, don't they?"

Tommy had long ago learned that it was not a good idea to brag about his sexploits with the young wives in the town. In fact he never told anybody about them, except Dirk Smithers, whom he knew wouldn't repeat the stories. He decided to play it that way now, even though he wondered, with considerable surprise, if this was Lola Drummond's way of making a pass at him.

Again, he shook his head. "Oh, no, ma'am. I'm afraid you're mistaken. I-I don't mix pleasure with business. It-it doesn't pay."

She gave a little amused chuckle. "Well Tommy, I have a pretty good notion that you're lying but I'll also give you credit for being very tactful and not a tattletale "

With that, she stood up and moved toward the house. "Okay, Tommy," she said. "Good-bye. I'll see you next week."

Inside the house, Lola Drummond went straight to her bedroom. She shrugged out of the robe she'd been wearing and stood naked, in front of the mirror. She turned this way and that, studying her body. She had the very white, unusually smooth skin of the true redhead. A thick tuft of red curls bushed out from her prominent mound. Her breasts were not much larger than halves of lemons but each was topped by an unusually elongated, pale pink nipple. Now, thoroughly aroused, they stood out nearly an inch long. She cupped them and squeezed the long nipples between her fingers, letting out little moaning sounds.

"You damned fool," she told her reflection. "You chickened out at the last minute. What's the matter with you? You found out what you wanted to know, that Tommy doesn't blab about his affairs. Why didn't you go ahead with it?"

She really wasn't quite sure. She thought that perhaps because taking on a young lover was something she might have dreamed about but never really contemplated until she found out the day before yesterday that her husband was sleeping with his new secretary. And even though she was determined to get even with him by playing the same game, it just wasn't an easy step for her to take.

She shook her head, annoyed with herself, and moved to the bed, fell back upon it. While one hand continued to toy with her aching hard nipples, the other moved down between her widely spraddled legs. She caressed the tufting red hair and then slid a finger below, found that her clitoris was already erect and moistly waiting. As she diddled it, she murmured aloud, "Oh, Tommy!

Tommy, how I wish you were doing this to me!"

Later, as she furiously plunged two fingers in and out of her sopping little well as a violent orgasm began to build in her, she screamed, "Oh, yes! OH, YES, TOMMY! THAT'S RIGHT, DEAR, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME! OOOOOHHH! MMMMMHHHH!" She came twice in rapid succession and then lay back, exhausted.

At the same time, Tommy Farr was pondering Lola Drummond's rather strange questioning of him. For a while he wondered if this had been her way of making a pass, but then he dismissed the idea. He was crazy. Mrs. Drummond wasn't like some of the others. He could usually spot right away when a woman was a hotbox. This one had never shown any of the signs.

The following week, when he returned to work at the Drummonds, he received the surprise of his life. Again, Lola was sitting by the pool, wearing her short beach robe, reading a book. She hardly paid any attention to him as he went about his work. This time, though, when he finished and was about to leave, again she stopped him. This time she dropped the book and stood up, and for the first time Tommy became aware of a smoky, passionate look in her eyes and that her lips were moist and looked slightly swollen and parted.

"Tommy, do you ever go skinny-dipping?" she asked, a breathy quality in her voice that he'd never heard before.

"Huh?" he said.

"You know-swimming in the nude? It's fun. I do it quite often. Nobody can see with the high fence we have around the patio. Anyhow, there are only empty lots on each side of the house."

"Yeah, I used to do it as a kid," he said. "Why?"

"I just wondered. I-I thought you might like to join me because I'm going to do it right now."

She opened her robe and threw it off and stood before him, gloriously naked, her eyes now boldly and hotly demanding, looked straight into his, before she suddenly turned, trotted to the side of the pool, giving him a view of her high, tightly round little behind, before she gracefully dived in.

Tommy stood there, open-mouthed, completely caught by surprise but with already a lazy erection in his pants, caused by the sight of her small but pretty, long-nippled breasts and the fine bush of curly red hair at her crotch.

A few seconds later, her head broke out of the water and she turned to him. "Well, what are you waiting for, Tommy? The water's fine. Strip and come on in." She gave a lewd little giggle. "Unless you're afraid a water sprite might get that thing in your trousers."

"No, ma'am, I'm not going to worry about that," he answered and tore off his shirt and blue jeans. By now, the very thought of what was waiting for him in the pool, what was going to happen, had brought him to full, throbbing erection.

Wearing nothing but his jockey shorts, as he laid his shirt and jeans on the pool chair, the thin cloth of his shorts were jammed out for the full seven inches of his excited protrusion.

Looking at this, Lola shivered, unbelieving. Oh, God, she thought, this young man makes my husband look like a boy! It-it can't really be that big!

But then he pushed down the shorts and his rammer sprang out, in full, naked bloom, standing at an almost forty-five degree angle and bobbing up and down in anticipation.

Oh, look at it, Lola thought as he ran to the edge of the pool. It's beautiful so white and smooth-looking and so thick and so cute, with just the tip of the head peek-a-booing out of his foreskin. She realized that she had never done it with a man who was not circumcised. This was going to be different in a lot of ways.

Then his long, lean, hard body cut the water and he surfaced a few feet away from her. They moved together, without saying anything and she gasped as he treaded water and one hand cupped and toyed with one of her breasts and the other explored the wet, hair-covered, spongy hot-ness between her legs.

At the same time, her hand delved and found the big, hot and quivering ramrod she'd been admiring. She squeezed and fondled it, working the foreskin back and forth over the head. Then their lips met and opened for each other's tongue. Hers entered his mouth first, slithering around the sensitive inside of his upper and lower lips. Then it met his and lashed at it, like two hot, slippery little eels trying to entwine each other. When his tongue entered the waiting hot wetness of her mouth, it felt slick and thick and swollen and he plunged it in and out between her sucking lips madly, just the way, later, his cock would ravage her hot, throbbing sheath. And she thought, feeling that thick, wet thickness working in and out of her mouth, oh, will he do that to me down below, too? I want him to. I've always wanted that and my husband, Harry, would never do it.

As they were kissing, clasped passionately together, they sunk below the surface of the water. When neither could hold their breath another instant, they came up for air, their hands still delightfully exploring the secrets of each other's body.

"Oh, Tommy!" Lola groaned. "I-you must think I'm terrible. But-but I wanted you and I'm not very good with words. I-I didn't know how else to let you know."

"You don't have to be good with words," he said into her ear, his tongue rimming in and out of it, making goose bumps stand up all over her, making her elongated nipples even stiffer as he gently tweaked them with his fingers. "And I don't think you're terrible. You're wonderful. And very beautiful."

While they were talking, they worked their way down to the shallow end of the pool where they stood in water just up to their waists.

' Not beautiful," she said. "I'm too slim and I wish I had bigger, nicer boobs for you."

"They couldn't be any nicer," he said, cupping them in the palm of his hand. "And big doesn't mean anything. It's only what you can get in your mouth that counts; these are just the right size."

So saying, he leaned over and flicked each long, quaking nipple with his tongue and then took turns taking them between his lips and pulling at them, thrilling to their long, rubbery hotness.

She threw her head back and moaned at the delight of his sucking mouth upon her breasts, the vital, throbbing hardness of his large penis nestling in her hand.

"Oh, don't wait too long, Tommy," she murmured. "I'm so ready. I need you so much. I want this nice big thing of yours in me so badly!"

"I know," he told her, one forefinger diddling the stiff slipperiness of her aching clitoris. "I've never been so hot in my life, either. Have you ever done it in the water?"

"No. I've always wondered what it would be like."

"Let's see, then." He started to lift her and to spread her legs so that he could take her, standing up.

"Oh, no, please, Tommy!" she pleaded. "This first time, at least, let me do it to you. That's something I've always wanted to do but my husband would never let me. He said it was emasculating. You don't think that, do you?"

He laughed. "He must be crazy. That's great once in a while."

She led him to the steps at the end of the pool. She sat him down on the second step, so that he was still under water up to his waist. Then she straddled his legs. She reached down and took his heavy testicles in her hand, teased and tickled them with the tips of her nails before lovingly cupping the whole fat bag. At the same time, she watched, through the clear water, his long, thick cock weaving back and forth like a snake about to strike.

She saw that the working of her hand had pushed the foreskin all the way back, completely revealing the smooth, pink, acorn-shaped head. She reached down and forced the fleshy little hood back over the fat glans, hiding it, except for a small portion of the pink tip. Now, she thought, when he puts it in, my pussy lips will have the pleasure of unskinning that lovely knob.

While he continued to take turns sucking her long, tumescent nips, she lowered herself, quivering with anticipation of the first contact. She held the hot, ironlike stiffness of his eager weapon steady as her hot little bun approached it. She was trembling and on the verge of coming just at the thought of that lovely monster ramming into her.

THEN IT WAS THERE!

She gasped as her oily groove contacted the tip of his waiting cock. She brushed it with the velvety soft, partially opened petals of her cunt. Then she had the crown placed right at her vestibule and lowered herself a little more. Not accustomed to an invader of this size, her slot felt unusually tight. She really had to bear down as her love lips gripped his prepuce and held it, forcing the hot naked head to burst forth from it, force its way into her clenching canal.

"OH!" she cried out. "OOOOOHHH! I-I'M GOING TO COME WITH JUST THE HEAD OF IT IN THERE!"

Frantically she worked the hot, sensitive opening of her pussy back and forth over the exposed helmet of his peter. She cried out again and again from the depths of her first harrowing climax, as her love juice bathed the fat knob nestled so tightly in the nuzzling opening of her sheath.

"Oh, baby, baby, so good, isn't it?" Tommy crooned as he reached around and cupped the plump balls of her sleek and lovely ass. He then urged her to further engulf his weapon by pulling him closer to her.

As his bursting tool slid further in, inch by teasing inch, Lola kept encouraging. "OH, THAT'S IT, LOVER! MORE! MORE! DEEPER, DEEPER! OH, MY GOD, I'VE NEVER FELT ANYTHING SO GOOD. OH, THAT'S RIGHT, DARLING, GIVE ME ALL OF IT! OOOOOHHH!! AHHHH! OOOH, THEERREE! I'VE GOT IT ALL NOW. OHH, I'M GOING TO HUMP THAT BIG THING UNTIL WE GO CRAZY!"

She proceeded to do that, working up and down on the big, quivering cock imprisoned within her, loving the feel of his bunched-up foreskin just below the head, rubbing against her sensitive cuntal walls, giving extra girth to his already bloated, blood-engorged prick.

Faster and faster she went, rotating, swiveling her hips, striving for every bit of exquisite sensation now flooding her whole body. Her long-nippled tits danced and jiggled crazily. Her head thrown back, mouth gaping, drooling, she churned the water with her furious assault on the big pile-driver imbedded in her hotly honeyed channel.

As her second climax approached rapidly, Lola was beyond words. Only gibberish...the sounds of anguished, unbearable pleasure came from deep in her throat.

Feeling her hotly pumping cunt become even more soupy as her love cream again laved his straining dick, Tommy knew that he couldn't hold out much longer. Getting a good grip on the globes of her ass, he pulled her to him and stood up, bringing her with him. Instantly her flailing legs scissored about his waist. Bearing her weight fully, his dong still deep in her, he staggered up the steps of the pool. Gently, without letting his rod free from its delightfully sucking prison, he placed her on the grass, near the edge of the pool.

Now, crouched between her legs, he really went to work. He ground and jammed and slammed his slick and sopping cock in and out of her tunnel. Weird cries of pleasure so intense it was almost painful, came from deep in her throat. Her eyes were walled back. Her small round ass now started moving in contrapuntal rhythm with his and after a few minutes of their wild, mutual grinding, Tommy called out, "Oh, baby! Oh, Lola, doll! HERE IT COMES! YOU'RE GOING TO GET IT ALL. I'M GOING TO SHOOT THE BIGGEST LOAD OF MY LIFE! OH, YOU BEAUTIFUL BITCH, YOU'VE GOT ME! I'M CUMMMM -CUMMMMMMIIIIINNNGGG! UH! AH! OH!

MMMMMMNNNNNNN!"

Sobbing as she came along with him, Lola's tortured cunt welcomed the hot flood of thick white juice spewing from his spurting prick, now even thicker and harder as it emptied his contracting testicles. She felt it squirt out around the base of his plunging tool, felt it run stickily down into the crack of his ass. She felt as though her whole body was being filled with come and she loved it.

Afterward, they remained clinging to each other, as Lola hugged him, nibbled at his earlobes, caressed his broad back and told him how wonderful he was. "I've never had it like that before, angel," she whispered. "I guess I never even knew what a good fucking was like. I do now, though, darling!" She shuddered. "Oh, God, how sweet it was. I could almost come again, just remembering."

In a few minutes, she got Tommy a robe from a poolside dressing room and they both went into the house. While Lola went into the bathroom to douche, Tommy washed off his penis in the kitchen. When Lola rejoined him, she made coffee and a sandwich for them. They ate, perched on bar stools at the kitchen snack bar.

As they finished, Lola dabbed her red, full lips with a napkin and with her eyes sparkling ana her face flushed with approaching sexual heat, she said, "And now, lover boy, I think I'd like a little dessert."

She let her robe fall open and knelt before Tommy as he perched on the edge of the high stool. She gently opened his robe, revealing his limp penis and his round balls dangling over the edge of the stool.

"Well," Lola said, gently taunting. "The proud beauty doesn't look quite so formidable now, does he? But I like him, even like this. He's still cute." Her hand gently fondled his flaccid organ, then dropped to toy with the plump bag of twin jewels beneath it.

"Mmm," she cooed. "These seem to be filling up nicely. It shouldn't be too long now."

Then the tips of her fingers moved to a fold of his foreskin, which, when his phallus was not distended, protruded from the tip like a tiny lip. She teased this with her fingertips and then bent forward and brushed it with her wet hot tongue. Then she took the little fold of soft man flesh between her moistened lips and tugged and sucked on it while flicking it with her tongue.

"Oh, wow! Crazy, doll!" Tommy said. "Oh, that's doing the trick, baby!"

She felt the little lip of foreskin slip from her mouth as his rammer began to rapidly harden, forcing it to recede a little way back on the expanding glans. Quickly, Lola took the whole fleshy acorn into her mouth, thrilling to the sensation of it thickening and lengthening until finally it was in full, throbbing erection.

Then she released it, wet and glistening, and forced the prepuce once again as far up over the quivering cockhead as she could. Now she slightly pursed her lips and with that pressure alone forced the sensitive fold of flesh all the way back, uncapping the round, rubbery smoothness, forcing the pink, naked sensitiveness of the nude tip of his large prong into her mouth. Her tongue rolled around it, licking the ridge, twirling around the little eye in the top of it.

After a few minutes of this, with a little shiver of joy, Lola let the wet head of his pecker slip from her sucking lips. She gripped the thick shaft firmly and shook it admiringly, then leaned forward and made it flog, like a thick, hot velvet covered club, against her titties. The hardness and hotness of it lightly belting her tender little boobs felt delightful.

"Mmmmmm, Tommy!" she whispered. "My titties like this lovely big cock of yours. I wish they were a lot bigger so you could fuck me between them."

"You keep that up," he told her, "and I won't need to. I'll shoot my wad all over those pretty little things, anyhow."

Then he squirmed down off the stool. Lola stood up. He took off her robe. He bent and sucked her twitching nipples. He hugged her to him, both of them enjoying the sensation of his long, thick, pulsing hard weapon jammed against her soft white belly. His hands cupped and squeezed the round little cheeks of her bare ass.

"Okay," he told her then. "Now it's my turn."

He quickly lifted her up onto a stool, kneeled before her and spread her long, white-fleshed thighs. He stared admiringly at the pouting little plum peeping from between the fringes of red curls that framed it. He moved his face toward it and suddenly his tongue stuck out and he wiped the whole warm, wet length of it along the slightly swollen and protruding lips of her exposed pussy.

Lola let out a long squeal of pleasure which never ceased as Tommy got down to some serious lapping. Up and down between the now widely opened lips, his tongue swabbed, tickling and licking the more sensitive inner petals of pink. It delved deeply into the top of her slit and located the little love button, already wet and sticking out like a miniature prick. He flogged it with his tongue, while Lola went wild and almost fell off the stool. She grabbed his head and held it to her crotch, while wild keening sounds issued from deep in her throat.

"Oh, yes, darling!" she cried out. "OH! MY! OHMYYEE! I-I CAN'T HARDLY STAND IT BUT I LOVE IT. OH, YES, TOMMY, SUCK ME, SUCK IT FOR ME GOOD, MAKE ME COME IN YOUR MOUTH! OH! OH! OOHH! I AM, I AM! HERE IT COMES! OOHHH, BEEFFULL! OH, YOU FUCK ME SO GOOD WITH YOUR TONGUE! UH! UH! MMMNN! EEYYIEE!"

As her sweet cream flushed into his gobbling mouth, Lola almost lost consciousness. She would have fallen from the stool, if Tommy had not grabbed her. He set her down gently on the floor, climbed between her widely spread legs and while she was still coming, quickly rammed his twanging hard horn into her hotly bubbling pussy.

He hunched and rammed and plunged in and out of her as Lola lay limply now, too weak with ecstasy to move, continuing to spasm without stopping. After about ten minutes, she cried out, "Oh, please, Tommy, no more right now! I-I'm going to faint! I can't come anymore!"

But she did. Once more, joining him as he socked his second load of gushing sperm deep into the hot, milking depths of her contracting cunthole.

That was the way it began for Tommy and Lola Drummond. She proved to be almost insatiable and he had to neglect some of his other hot-blooded young housewives in order to be able to take care of her. It was worth it. He found her inventiveness in the art of fucking terrifically stimulating. She had him do it to her in every room of the house. He gave it to her in the shower, sitting on the John, perched on the edge of the kitchen sink, standing on a ladder, over ths back of a chair, on a water bed, even a beanbag chair.

Sometimes she greased and oiled them both before they began. She would make him rape her. Sometimes she would suck him off to begin with, so that he could last much longer the second time. Once she masturbated him so that she could see how much he came, what a lot she received in her mouth when she went down on him.

She had him stand over her while she reclined on the bed and fingereH herself to orgasm as she furiously frigged his great throbbing tool. When he finally came, his milky white jism fountained all over her, forming big puddles on her belly, deluging her small tits, drops of it clinging to the long, upthrust nipples. When he was finished, she took her free hand and smeared the creamy fluid all over her and then, lustfully, licked her fingers and finally cleaned his still slightly dripping peter with her tongue.

After each of these sessions, Lola Drummond felt sated, drained, physically satisfied, but at the same time emotionally tormented. She felt filled with loathing and disgust with herself. She wondered how she could possibly be such a wild, wanton animal, such a bitch in heat. She would always tell herself that it would never happen again. Suppose one of these days her husband, Harry, came home early and caught them? She knew she had to stop, tell Tommy not to come there anymore.

She couldn't, though. She was hooked. She had to have that virile, always ready and eager young penis. She could no longer stand the frustrating neglect of her husband. She'd gotten used to good cock once a week and now she had to have it and that was all.

When it did end, it was in a way that Lola really hadn't anticipated.