Chapter 4
The day that Tommy Farr discussed with Dirk Smithers his possible seduction of the minister's wife, Dianne Barker, when he left Dirk's company, he jumped into his pickup truck and headed for the north side of town, where the Drummonds lived. He had, of course, no idea that this visit would be any different than the others. He would probably get blown as well as laid, have a hell of a good time for himself and that would be it.
It had become a ritual for him and Lola to always begin in the same way. First he would quickly do his job, washing down and cleaning up the patio. Only now he performed these chores in the nude, so that Lola could get herself turned on, looking at his well-proportioned, big, rangy, naked young body. At the same time, she would recline on the chaise lounge, also nude, sometimes gently, teasingly fingering herself, while she watched Tommy nakedly going about his work. Sometimes, he would catch her at this and his penis would leap to quick erection, wagging and whomping about as he continued to work.
When his job was finished they would both take a quick dip in the pool so that they would be nice and clean before beginning their torrid lovemaking. What neither of them knew was that for the past two weeks they had an audience. They also had one, this day.
The lot next door to the Drummond place, was thickly covered with high weeds and tangled shrubbery, which grew in dense profusion right up against the fence that surrounded the pool area and the rest of the property. Except for one spot where, for some reason, there was no foliage. This small bower, about ten feet large, was nestled right up against the fence where it enclosed the Drummonds' pool area.
It had been discovered by a twelve-year-old boy named Neal, who lived several blocks up the street. Neal had played in the lot for some time before he discovered this perfect little hideout.
At the age where he'd recently discovered the intense pleasure of feeling his stiffened penis in his fist, but fearful of being caught doing it in his own home, Neal was enthralled by this "secret place" as he thought of it.
Nearly every day he would go there, play with himself, and work up to the high peak of pleasure that he was now able to achieve, even though he was still too young to ejaculate, but which was almost but not quite as satisfying as orgasm. Some days he was able to get this extreme feeling several times.
The first few times at the bower, Neal discovered a knothole in the fence at about eye level, through which he had a good view of the Drummonds' pool area. But there was never anybody there. Then, a few weeks ago, while he was ecstatically busy rubbing himself off with his fist, he heard some strange sounds emanating from the other side of the fence.
He moved to the knothole and his eyes almost bugged out as he observed a naked man and woman, embracing. Then they moved a little apart and he saw the man's violently erect phallus sticking out and upward, watched the woman then take it into her hand and fondle it. He was particularly fascinated by the woman's breasts and by the blazing thatch of red hair at her crotch. He had never before seen two adults naked like that.
He knew about fucking but only by hearsay, lie had often wondered what it would look like. He soon found out as he watched Tommy and Lola engage in a full bout of sexual foreplay and then witnessed Tommy ramming it to her, doggy-style, as she got down on hands and knees in a grassy area near the pool edge. While he watched, Neal's own hand 'flew up and down his own rigid little penis and he achieved near-climax four or five times before Tommy and Lola finished their first bout and moved on into the house.
Every day after that, at the same time, Neal visited the knothole in the fence, hoping he would see something else. He didn't, though, until a week later, on the regular day for Tommy's visit to the Drummonds' place.
Unknown to Neal, he was arousing the curiosity of an eleven-year-old neighbor girl, Tricia, with whom he sometimes played. At three o'clock each day-the time he'd first spotted Tommy and Lola -Neal stopped playing with Tricia and took off for the lot next to the Drummonds' place. He always gave Tricia some double-talk excuse about why and where he was going but this never really satisfied her curiosity. So one time, she decided to follow him.
This was on the day that Neal got his second look at the fiery sexual antics of Tommy and Lola. When he reached the hideout and peeked through the knothole, his heart leaped with jubilance. They were there! Both of them gloriously naked and with the woman down on her knees in front of the standing man, with half of his large, stiff dingus stuffed into her mouth.
Fascinated, Neal watched her suck, as he quickly took out his own hard little peter and went to work on it. He wondered what it would feel like to have someone suck on his like that. Would it be even better than his hand? Probably so or the man wouldn't be letting her do it. At the same time, Neal got very excited, watching the woman toying with her own red-bushed pussy.
Wow, all that hair she has there, he thought. And what was down below, in between her legs? What would it look like up close, how would it feel if she'd let him feel her there?
Neal was so busy watching the sensual tableau being performed for him, unknowingly, that he didn't even hear the rustling approach to his hideaway, of the little girl Tricia. Or if he did hear, probably thought it was just a squirrel or something.
At the edge of the hideaway, Tricia found an opening in the branches, through which she could look inside. She could hardly believe what she saw. There was old Neal, peeking through a hole in the fence and-and what was his hand doing? Good grief, he had his fly opened and his thing out and he was playing with it, rubbing it! Oh, wow-eee!
It had, of course, never occurred to Neal that Tricia also was going through the throes of her first sexual awakening. To him she was just a grubby, not really very pretty little girl with whom he was forced to play because his only two male friends in the neighborhood had gone away for the summer. But though Neal had no sexual interest in her, Tricia did for him. Sometimes when she got the good feeling between her chubby legs and she had to rub herself there or else, if nobody was home, get a clothespin, put some cold cream on it and work it in and out of the tight little opening down there, pushing aside the ruptured hymen that had been broken when she was nine, while riding on a seesaw. And these times, she would think about her friend, Neal, and wonder how big his thing was and what it would feel like if she could hold it. She often wished she had the nerve to ask him to show it to her, while in turn she would show him hers. But once, when he gave her a frog he had caught, Tricia had tried to kiss him and he had pushed her away with a remark that he didn't like that "mushy stuff." Probably, she reasoned, looking at each other's thing, would come under the same heading.
Once, a year ago, she had watched a friend of her mother's changing the diapers on a male baby. She had watched, fascinated by the sight of the tiny penis and the two little testes beneath it. Especially when, as the mother was powdering the baby, it had an erection. She had often wondered if that ever happened with Neal and if so, would it get a lot longer and thicker?
Now, peering through the bushes, she found out. As Neal paused, temporarily, she got a good look at that stiff thing, sticking out of his pants. It was just like the baby's, only way bigger. She was surprised at the size of it, almost five inches long and sticking straight out, thicker than her finger and bobbing up and down, the head of it flaring out, fatter then the rest of it. It looked something like the clothespin, only larger and better and nicer.
As Neal once again began to jerk it with his hand, Tricia could restrain herself no longer. She suddenly went: "Psssssst! Neal! What are you doing?"
The boy would have liked to shrivel right up and die when he heard that voice. He spun around, trying with one hand to hide his hard penis, while with the other he hastily tucked it back inside his fly-
"Wha-what?" he whispered. "Who-who is it?"
The girl now pushed through the thick foliage to join him in the little moss-floored dim, cool bower. "It's me, Tricia," she said, unnecessarily. "I asked you what you were do--"
Her words cut off as Neal put his finger to his lips in a shushing motion and nodded toward the fence. "Be quiet," he said sotto voce. "If they hear us, know we're spyin', we'll both be in trouble."
"They, who?" she demanded in a whisper. At the same time, she moved toward the knothole through which Neal had been peeking.
"Hey, no!" he whispered. "You'd better not look through there!"
"Why not?"
"You-you'll be sorry, that's why!" He groaned to himself. Knowing girls, when Tricia saw what he'd been watching, she'd probably scream or faint or something.
"Oh, poof!" she said aid placed her eye against the knothole. She sucked in a surprised breath at the sight she was suddenly witnessing. There was a naked man and lady in there. And-and the woman was standing up, with one foot resting on a deck chair, her long, sexy-looking legs slightly opened. In front of her, a good-looking young man was kneeling and his face was buried into the place below the woman's luxurious growth of pussy hair. What was he doing, Tricia wondered. Was he sucking her there, licking her there? What else could it be? Then she observed the man's penis, looking huge to her, the bulbous pink glans completely unbonneted, almost glowing an'' his hand upon it, gently massaging it, just as Neal had been doing with his, only slower. She watched the man's fatly swollen testicles swinging back and forth. She listened to the cries of tormented delight the woman was making and knew, instinctively that it was not from pain but intense sexual pleasure.
Suddenly Tricia's own genitals began to tingle and get that good, good feeling, only much more so than ever before and she wished she had a clothespin to push in and out of her moistened slit, while she watched the man play with his big thing and lick the woman's hairy pussy. In her excitement, Tricia momentarily forgot about Neal.
Neal, a little surprised that Tricia showed no violent reaction as he had expected, now ventured softly, "What are they doing now?"
At first, she was embarrassed to answer and then realizing that he had been watching the same thing, as a fellow conspirator, she became quite bold. In a breathless whisper, she said, "He's licking her thing and playing with his! Oh, what a big one he's got and what a lot of hair both of them have." She began to breath hard. "Do you like to watch them doing that, Neal? I guess you do, all right, or you wouldn't be here. Well, I do, too. So now we both have a secret on each other."
"You mean you won't tell anybody about this?"
"Uh-uh. Why should I? I'd get in as much trouble as you, wouldn't I?"
Reassured, he said, "I guess so. Okay, well how about giving me a turn?"
"Oh!" Tricia said excitedly. "Now they're doing something else. He-he's got his finger in her thing and she's playing with his. Oooooooh, that must feel nice for both of them!"
Almost roughly, Neal pushed her out of the way and once again glued his own eye to the peephole. As he watched the man and the woman manipulate each other, while they kissed and the man toyed with her long-pointed breasts, Neal's penis once more arose stiffly inside his pants. He wished he could take it out and rub it.
A moment later, he was surprised to feel Tricia's hand clasp the hardness bulging out the cloth of his trousers. He gasped. The touch was so different, so much better than his own.
"Oh, Neal," he heard her whisper excitedly. "Yours is nice and hard just like his. Can I do this? Is it all right?"
He felt his pecker jump and throb in the grip of her little fondling fingers, outside his pants. "I-I guess so, if you want to," he said.
"I do, I do," she told him. "Tell me what they're doing, now?"
"Oh!" Neal groaned. "He's lying down and she's getting on top of him. Oh, wow, she's got it in her now and is going up and down on it."
The sight got him so aroused that he hardly noticed that now Tricia was running down his zipper, her hand moving inside his fly. Her questing fingers soon found his sticky, hard, hot little dick and taking hold of it to bring it out into the open, she was amazed how excited the strange feel of the thing got her. The heat of it surprised her; it was almost as though it had a fever. Was that where the expression, getting hot, came from? No matter, it was lovely to look at and to hold.
She held it in her fist and worked it up and down, while she looked at it, studied it, admired it. So this was what a boy's cock looked like! She let it go for a few seconds and watched its excited, spastic jumping. Mmmmm, look at that shiny, reddish knob on the end! Her little hand now cupped that, reveling in the hot, hard, rubbery feel of it. If she could only put that in her, how much better it would be than the clothespin. And wet as she was already down between her legs, she probably wouldn't even require any cold cream.
"What are they doing now, Neal?" she whispered excitedly, her hot little hand frigging away at the rigid little prick it was holding. She won-if Neal was old enough to have the white stuff that made babies, shoot out, if she did this long enough. She decided that would be exciting to see and she wouldn't care even if it got all over her hand.
"She's-she's still squatting on top of him, going up and down on his cock!"
Tricia's own small pussy churned, thinking how good that big one of the man's must feel in the woman's hairy niche.
"I've got to see that, too," Tricia said. "Let me look."
Dutifully, Neal stepped aside and Tricia peeked. Oh, it was something to see, all right. Now the couple had moved around so that her behind was toward the fence. Tricia could see quite plainly the man's big pole reaming in and out, watch his large balls bounce. Once, for a second or two, it slipped out and Tricia saw the whole bloated thing, slick with the woman's come, as it wagged about as though desperately looking for the hole it had just vacated. Then the woman's hand moved down and grabbed it and hurriedly stuffed it back up in her and again began her furious humping up and down.
All the time Tricia was watching, she continued to play with Neal's turgid, throbbing peter. She wished she had one like that; she'd play with it all the time.
"Hey, my turn again," Neal whispered.
She stepped aside and as he peered through the peephole, Tricia decided that she also wanted to see Neal's little round things, too. She worked his belt buckle open, took down his pants and then his shorts. And there they were, nestled below the base of the shaft, white, little twin rondures almost as large as walnuts. With her free hand, she felt them, thrilling to their strange, warm, spongy feel.
Suddenly, on impulse, she leaned forward and took the smooth red crown of his stiff young cock right into her mouth. There was a strange musky scent to it that she liked. She sucked it and swabbed it with her tongue, rolling the fat, hot little morsel all around in her mouth.
At this unbelievable, wonderful new sensation, Neal momentarily was distracted from what he had been watching and looked down, at Tricia's head bobbing back and forth, watching the head of his dong working in and out of her mouth. Oh, wow, she was sucking it for him while she played with his nuts! He had never known anything could feel so good. He could feel his pseudo climax coming on and had to move his hips. With this, Tricia's head became still so he could fuck his horny little tool in and out of her wet, delightfully sucking mouth. Neal's good feelings built and built until he felt as though he could hardly repress a scream of delight but somehow he managed.
A few moments later, Tricia reluctantly let the boy's bonbon slide from her wet little mouth and suddenly stood up, Once again she was holding his sopping pecker in her hand. "I've got to look again," she told him.
With her eye at the knothole, she said disappointedly, "Oh, darn, Neal! They've gone. I guess maybe they went into the house to finish."
She turned to him. "I don't care, though, do you? We can have some fun here with ourselves. Nobody can see. Have you ever done it?"
He shook his head, watching her undo some buttons on the front of her dress. "Uh-uh," he said.
"Do you know how?"
He shrugged. "You just put it in, I guess."
She giggled. "I'll show you." Now she pulled the dress up over her head and off, hung it on a nearby branch.
"Hey," Neal said, startled. "Why you getting all undressed? All you got to do is take your pants down."
"I can't do that, dumbbell," she told him. "My underwear is all one piece, like a jumper."
He saw then that it was true. Wide-eyed, he watched her peel the straps of her underwear top down from her shoulders, to her waist. His eyes bulged at what he saw then. Oh, boy, he thought. She's got tits. Not very big but they are titties! Really they weren't much more than little swellings, topped by little red, pebble-like nipples.
"I didn't know you had those," he said admiringly.
"They're not much but they'll get bigger later on. You can feel 'em if you want."
Then he watched her pull the rest of her underwear off and felt a little more comfortable to see that as yet she had no hair down there, either. He stared curiously at the tight little slit down the middle of her plump little mound. At the same time, he reached up and felt her budding breasts. They were so warm and smooth and strange feeling and the tips of them were like little red nuggets of hard rubber sticking out. He rubbed these with his forefinger and Tricia made a little mmmmmm sound of pleasure.
"You can suck them if you like," she told him. "That might feel nice. But don't bite. That'd hurt."
Neal still had his shorts and trousers huddled around his ankles and as he took turns touching his tongue to the sweet, hard little titty tips, Tricia again began playing with his ready weapon. As he then took turns sucking the whole of each little swelling into his mouth, she took one of his hands and put it between her legs. He was surprised to feel that she was wet down there and that the slot, opened, now, to his exploring finger, extended well down in between her slightly parted little baby-fat thighs.
Her tiny round bottom tightened and twitched from the combined delicious feelings of his burning hot, swollen cock in her hand and the probing of his finger in her small cunt-let. "Mmmmmm, so nice!" she moaned, humping her hips. "But it'll be even better when you put your stiff peepee in me. I -I can hardly wait."
Taking this as a cue, Neal stopped sucking her nubbins and moved even closer, reached down and took his prick from her hand and placed the tip of it against the top of her crevice and began pushing, trying to get it in there. For a few moments, Tricia let him continue because the rubbing of his rubbery hot little glans against her clitoris felt so good, so much better than her own finger ever had. Her clitty still wasn't much larger than a pimple but already had all of its extreme sensitivity.
After a few minutes of Neal's futile thrusting to try to lodge the head of his dick into the part where it wasn't meant to go. Tricia felt sorry for him. She told him, "No, silly. That isn't where it goes. Lie down on your back and I'll show you what to do." She was remembering what she had seen the red-haired woman doing.
Obediently, Neal got down on the ground, his now even more agitated young phallus sticking straight up, the knob on the end of it red and angry-looking. Tricia promptly straddled him, reaching down to gently clasp the hot little iron she wanted and now needed so badly. She lowered herself until she was able to mop the crimson crown back and forth against her drooling slit, so smooth and hairless.
As she did this, she let out little gasps and moans of heretofore unknown pleasure and finally carefully placed the rubbery smooth summit of his throbbing cock right at her tiny opening and pressed downward. A long squeal of pleasure escaped from her as she felt the round hardness force its way into the girlish tightness of her pretty quim. Quickly she forced it deeper and deeper, gasping, almost sobbing at how much better it felt than the clothespin. This was alive and throbbing and boiling hot.
As she worked up and down on it, slowly, at first, both of them grunted and groaned their pleasure in unison. Then, her well-oiled little crease working on his prong like a suckling pig, she began to move faster and faster, up and down, up and down, the way she had seen the woman doing it.
"Oh," she cried out. "We're fucking! We're fucking! Oh, I like it! OOOOOHHHH, NEAL! AHHHHH! OH, FUCKING IS SO GOOD!"
A few moments later, as she was yo-yoing up and down at an even more furious pace on his small but randy organ, she felt him begin to hump back up at her, his own hips moving with her own, meeting her thrust for thrust. Then he cried out: "Oh, Tricia! OOOOHHHH! OOOOFFFF! OH, WOW! TRICIA, YOU-YOU'D BETTER GET OFF! SOME-SOMETHING'S GOING-GOING TO HAPPEN!"
But she couldn't stop. Something was happening with her, too. She had thought that she had come before, diddling herself with her finger or the clothespin, but now she knew it never really had happened.
BUT IT WAS NOW! SHE WAS GOING OFF! SWELLING WAVES OF UNBEARABLE SENSATION WERE ENGULFING HER, MAKING THEIR FIERY, HEAVENLY FEELING FELT IN HER BREASTS, IN HER LITTLE WHITE BELLY, IN HER TINY WOMB, UP AND DOWN THE SWEET SOFTNESS OF HER CLENCHING THIGHS AND EVEN IN HER TINY BUD OF AN ASSHOLE! OH, IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE! IT WAS TOO MUCH. BUT IT WAS HAPPENING!
She felt her young, fresh juices inundating the feverish, red-hot spike of the new young manhood on which she was impaled, humping up-and down on it.
Then Neal cried out, "OH! OH! I-I TOLD YOU! NOW-NOW, IT-IT'S TOO LATE! OOOOHHHH! WAAAAHHH! OH! OH! UHHHH! OH! OH! OHHHHHH! I'M-I'M SHHOOOOTTTIIINNNGGG!"
And she felt the sudden rich warm spurts of his first burst of semen streaming into her, creaming the sensitive tissues of her virginal cunt walls and it heightened her own maddening pleasure, causing her to go into one final fit of convulsive gyrations on his cock as her tight little peach milked out every last drop.
A few minutes later, when his limp penis popped out of her, both of them got up and silently, quickly got dressed. They didn't know what to say. They avoided each other's glance. Then they filed out of the little bower As they neared their own block, Tricia suddenly turned to him and her mouth twisted, glistening tears in her eyes, she said vehemently, "Nealie, you-you're an awful little boy! I hate you! Hate you!" Then she ran away from him.
Neal stood dumbfounded. What was the matter with her, he wondered. He hadn't done anything that she hadn't done, too. He shook his head, unable to understand this first experience with the contradictory workings of the female mind.
A week later, though, it was Tricia who said to him, "Neal, let's go-you know!"
This time, through the knothole, they were treated to the sight of Tommy doing it to Lola wheelbarrow style. She was resting on the palms of her hands on the patio and Tommy held her thighs scissored about his waist and was ramming into her exposed and wide-open vagina from the back in a standing-up position.
While the youngsters were staring, a little startled, at this act, they were interrupted by a man blundering through the bushes, behind them. He was a big man, with a bulldoggish face, graying temples and a slight paunch. It was Harry Drummond. He had returned to town unexpectedly early and as he passed the lot saw Neal and Tricia furtively sneaking in there. Curious about their rather guilty-looking actions, he followed. Now he pushed into the bower, bellowing, "What are you kids doing here? What are you spying on?"
Then he pushed them aside and peered through the knothole in the fence. What he saw was his wife, Lola, naked and sprawled on the side of the pool where she had been unceremoniously dumped when Tommy had heard and recognized Harry Drummond's big, deep voice. He also saw the back view of a naked man running from the patio into the house.
While he was busy looking at this, the youngsters fled the bower. In his fury at realizing he'd just interrupted a cuckolding session by his wife and another man, Drummond forgot about them and turned and tore back through the bushes of the lot to his car. He sped into his driveway, leaped out and ran into the house. Tommy was already gone, out the back way. Lola, though, was cowering, trembling, still naked, in a bedroom.
"Oh, Harry! I-I'm sorry! Oh, Harry, no, no, don't hurt me!"
"Where is he?" Drummond stormed. "I want him! I'll kill him, fucking my wife, the son of a bitch! Where is he?"
"I-I don't know," she whimpered. "G-g-gone, I guess."
"The cowardly mother-fucker, he'd better be gone," he railed. "Who was it, anyhow?"
Possibly hoping to avoid further trouble, Lola lied, "I-I don't know. I mean, nobody we know, Harry. Just-just some salesman!"
"Just some salesman," he roared. "A perfect stranger? That makes it even worse."
He strode toward her. "Stand up, bitch!" He reached down and grabbed her arm, yanked her to her feet. Then he spun her sprawling onto the bed. She landed with her long, beautiful legs splayed open. He looked at the still moist from Tommy's fucking flower of her womanhood peeping from its cloister of tiny red curls and felt his cock leap and begin to harden in his trousers, in spite of his rage.
"You filthy cunt, screwing behind my back!" he raged. "I'll fix you!"
"Harry! Harry!" she pleaded. "I-I only did it to get even with you. I-I know you've been doing it to your secretary, Evvie!"
"Oh, you do, do you? Well, that's got nothing to do with it. Maybe you drove me to do that, with your damned prissiness in bed. Don't you know that a man needs, sometimes, more than a plain ordinary fuck. He needs a woman who can be wild, who can be a whore for him, who'll not only fuck him but suck him and let him do it to her and get more than just a little mechanical action into a piece of ass. Anyhow, that's got nothing to do with it. No wife of mine is going to give it to another guy. I'll whip her rotten little ass so that she'll never do it again!"
With that he strode to a dresser, picked up a hair brush. Back at the bed, he reached down and rolled her over onto her stomach. He looked down at. her taut, quivering little white behind.
"Oh, Harry!" she wailed. "What-what are you going to do?"
"You damned well know," he told her and kneeled on the side of the bed. With one hand placed in the middle of her back, he held her down. The other one wielded the hairbrush in its first hard, splatting whack down onto her bare, tender buttocks.
"Oh, no, Harry, don't!" she pleaded, blubbering, her rear end already feeling as though it was on fire from that first blow. "Don't! I-I'll be a good wife, a good whore for you in bed, from now on!"
"Hah!" he said, bringing the hairbrush down once more on the reddening cheeks of her butt with a loud smack. "You wouldn't even know how!"
"OOOOHHHH! Oh, yes, I would, Harry. I-I know how, now!"
He paused, surprised. "Oh, you do, eh? You rotten little twat! You learned how from him, I suppose?"
"Yes, Harry. I-I guess so. You see, I-I didn't think that's what you wanted. I thought you wanted me to be a lady and no lady is supposed to do those things, so I didn't do them. But-But I wanted to do them, Harry. When-when I didn't think I could with you, I had to find someone else."
"Oh, you dirty bitch!" he roared. "How dare you tell this to me."
He swung the brush once more against her red and smarting hams. "What did you learn, then, whore? How to suck?"
"Yes!" she screamed defiantly, squirming from the pain in her buttocks.
"And how to get on top and ride the flagpole?"
"Yes! Yes!" she moaned.
"And how nice it is to have your cunt sucked?"
"Ohhhhh, no more spanking, Harry! Please!" she sobbed. "I've been punished enough. I'll only do those things with you, from now on. I-I won't even want anybody else."
He gave her glowing buttocks one more hard swat and then said, "All right. Give me a sample." He ripped open his fly zipper, pulled out his great fat, bleating, purple-headed cock. He moved near her head, yanked it around and presented his rock-hard, wagging whang to her mouth.
"Take it," he said. "Let me see how good you've learned to suck."
She raised up on her elbows, still sniffling from the pain in her bottom cheeks, reached out and gripped his raging hard horn. She moistened her lips and formed them into an O, then guided his smooth and swollen glans into it, just sucking the tip, flicking her tongue over the tender little opening in it.
"Oh, baby!" Harry gasped. "That is good. You really have learned how to give a good blow job!"
Thus encouraged, she took the whole fat bulb into her mouth and gave it a workout while Harry grunted and moaned his delight. While she was doing this, he reached down between her thighs from behind, petted her wet and open cunny chamber and then worked his first two fingers in and out of it in a wild finger-fucking movement which, in turn, drove Lola to greater efforts with her sucking, slavering mouth.
After about five minutes he suddenly popped his saliva-slick dick from her mouth. He said, "That's enough of that for now. I got to show you that now he knows how much you really like it, that your old man can give you a good royal fucking, too."
With that he flopped on top of her, took hold of his cock and unceremoniously thrust it into her seeping hole, from behind, rammed it all the way in until her ass cheeks were against his groin. Then he began slamming the meat to her, thumping her bucking behind with his pelvis faster and faster, finally raising her hips so that he could skewer it in even deeper. In a few moments Lola was bathing his rampantly plunging jackhammer with her own love juice as she came repeatedly before he finally felt his sperm exploding up from his balls and hosing into her already waiting, welcoming wetness.
When it was over, Lola felt strangely at peace with herself. She had paid her penance and she had gotten her husband back, she felt sure. With the sexual attention she now knew how to give him, he would no longer have any need for an affair with his secretary. And with all the tricks she could teach Harry, she probably wouldn't have any need for another man. At least, not too often.