Chapter 5

The Reverend Dr. Wyndham Barker was extremely nervous about visiting Bev Cantrell at her apartment, yet he had little choice but to go. She had begged him, telling him that she was in terrible spiritual and emotional trouble and had no one else to whom she could turn. She reminded him that it was his professional duty to visit people who were ill and that in her own way, she, Bev, was sick. All she wanted to do, she told him, was to talk to him for about a half hour and that perhaps that would help somewhat in lifting her heavy burden of guilt from her soul. She couldn't possibly go to his home, she told him, because she was afraid of his wife, Dianne and wouldn't feel at ease there.

At the same time that he was nervous, Wyn Barker had to fight off a small flush of sexual excitement at the idea of being alone with Bev Cantrell. He vividly remembered the last time he had seen her and what she had been doing.

When she opened the door for him, he almost fled right then and there. She was wearing a see-through blouse and the shape of her apple-round breasts and the perky nipple atop each one was limned excitingly. She was also wearing the tightest pair of hot pants Wyn had ever seen. They hugged her broad hips and cut into the soft flesh of the tops of her milky white, robust thighs and accentuated the bulging V of her vulval area.

Sensing his consternation, Bev smiled easily and said, "Oh, don't mind the way I'm dressed, I can't stand a lot of hot clothing in this kind of weather. Come on in."

She turned and walked on into the living room, leaving Wyn to follow and also giving him a good view of the ball bearing motion of her spectacular behind. The thin, tight hot pants clung to the big, half moons of flesh beneath them, the long, deep crack between them clearly delineated. Wyn Barker could hardly take his gaze away from those jauntily swinging cheeks.

He swallowed hard and told himself that he must keep his thoughts on a higher plane. Here, this poor misguided woman had summoned him for clerical counseling and he was already admiring her body in a lewd and lascivious manner. He had to fight against that.

"Have a seat, Dr. Barker," Bev said pleasantly and indicated an easy chair.

As Wyn eased into it, Bev said, "Well, now that you're here, I-I hardly know where to start."

Wyn templed his fingers in front of his chest and answered, "Just relax, Mrs. Cantrell, and just, in general, tell me what the problem is."

She looked surprised. "Oh, I thought you knew. I-I thought everybody in town did. I'm a very loose, immoral woman, is I guess the best way you could say it."

He tried not to look startled. "Yess. Hmmmmm. Well, it is not my duty to indict anyone, Mrs. Cantrell. And I don't think too many other people are really in a position to stand in judgment of somebody else's behavior."

"Oh, that makes me feel better, already, Dr. Barker. But would you mind calling me Bev? It's not quite so formal and will put me more at ease."

He nodded solemnly and thon, as she suddenly came over and curled up on the floor by his feet, his body jerked stiffly with surprise.

"I hope you won't mind, Dr. Barker, but you remind me of an uncle I had as a girl. He was so kind and when I had troubles I used to curl up at his feet, like this, while I told him about it, and he comforted me. It'll be easier for me to talk, this way. Okay?"

"Umm. Yes," he said nervously, uncertainly. "In-in that case, I suppose it's all right."

"Oh, good," she said, twisting around so that one of her breasts pressed softly against his knee. She looked up at him, hot-eyed, moistening her large, juicy-looking lips with her tongue. "You know, Wyn-please don't mind my calling you by your first name, since this is such an informal occasion. Anyhow, I was just thinking that it must be very difficult for such a big, handsome, sexy-looking man like you to be a minister."

"Eh, how's that?" Wyn said, staring down inside the top of her blouse, which had been forced to billow open by the position in which she was sitting. He could see part of the snowy white soft globe that was pressing against his knee and all of the other one. He saw that they were not nearly as large as his wife's but still they were fascinating, especially the way the fat, dark red tip was popped out on the one completely exposed. He felt a hot flush start to spread through him and became aware of a slight stiffening of his penis within his trousers. He suddenly forced his glance away.

"Oh, you know what I mean, Wyn," Bev told him. "Don't be so modest. I'm sure many of the female members of your flock find you sexually attractive, just as i do and try to make a pass at you.'' As she said this, Bev rested her elbow on the arm of the chair and let her fingertips lightly trail along his thigh.

"Oh. no!" he protested quickly. "Heaven forbid! Nothing like that has ever happened. They-they respect my calling."

"Oh, so do I, Wyn and I guess, come to think about it, it would be foolish of them. I'm sure your Wife, Dianne, takes very good care of you in bed. She's probably a very sexy woman, herself. Does she do-all kinds of nice things for you, Wyn?" Again her wet, crimson tongue flicked over her swollen-looking, sultry lips.

"There-there's no need to discuss that," he said quickly. "I-it's your problems I'm here to talk about."

"Oh, I'm sorry." She stared at his crotch, was sure she detected at least a slight increase in the bulge on the left side. She rubbed her breasts against his knee very deliberately now. "But maybe that's part of my problem. When I'm so close to a virile, attractive man like you, it-it starts giving me naughty ideas. I'm sorry but I just can't help myself, Wyn. You see, I'm a healthy, very passionate young woman and because of his illness, his alcoholism, my husband Mike, can't do anything for me. That's why I have to aim to other men."

"But-but this kind of thing is not in my province," Wyn Barker protested desperately. "Perhaps you-you ought to consult a psychiatrist instead of me." He attempted to rise. "I know of one in town I can recommend very highly. He-"

"Oh, no, please don't go," she broke in pleadingly. She put a hand out to stop him from standing, making sure she placed the palm of it right against the rising bulge in his pants. "What I mean is that a shrink can't really help me. I've been to two of them with my problem. They tell me that I'm not a nymphomaniac. I don't have sex with just any man, the way one of those would. They both said I was just highly sexed and then...then, you know what happened?"

He eased back into the chair to avoid the pressure of her hand on his half-erect organ. Had she done that deliberately, he wondered. Was she trying to seduce him, her own minister? Oh, no, it couldn't be and he ought to be ashamed of himself for having such thoughts. It was just that the woman was so distraught.

"Uh, no," he managed. "What-what happened?"

"Well, both psychiatrists-they had intercourse with me. Right on their couches. And I must admit, I loved it. I've always had a special yen for professional men, you know, doctors, lawyers. Anyhow, both told me that they'd never enjoyed it so much, that I knew more ways to give them pleasure than any other woman they'd ever met."

Wyn twitched about in his chair uncomfortably "How-how long have you had this problem, this -this sometimes uncontrollable desire for sex?"

"Since I was thirteen," she answered quickly "Maybe even before that. I started to masturbate a ten but I was thirteen when I had my first cock!' She gasped and her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh I'm sorry, Wyn. I-I didn't mean to embarrass you like that but sometimes I forget what the right names for sex things are, like penis and so forth."

He stared at her, fascinated. Now he could hardly believe this was happening. Why was this woman talking to him like this? It couldn't go on he told himself. He had to get out of here. He stood up suddenly, beginning to sweat. He was trembling some. "I-I'm sorry," he told her. "I must go." He glanced at his wristwatch. "Another appointment. Perhaps we-ah-can talk more at another time."

She suddenly reached out and firmly clamped her arms around his legs and pressed the side of her face against the rapidly increasing bulge in his pants. "Oh, no, you don't understand," she pleaded, rubbing her face against his growing erection, thrilling to the feel of it getting harder and harder. "You can't leave me like this. I'm in such a state, Wyn. I need somebody to help me. I can't just go out on the street and pick up a man."

She continued to rub her face against the hot, hard lump in his trousers. "Oh! Oh! OH!" she squealed excitedly now. "You're just as bad as I am, Wyn. You're in quite a state, yourself. Oh, I know what that means, honey. You're lusting after me, too! You need me to do something for you about this!"

Suddenly her large, wet mouth was opened and gently fastened about the long, throbbing ridge inside his clothes.

"No!" he cried out. "Bev! This must stop! We can't! It-it's not right! Please let go of me and let me out of here." He struggled to get away but almost fell, so tightly was she holding his legs together, while madly mouthing his stiff and wildly excited tool through the cloth of his pants.

Then she took her mouth away and her hand took its place. She squeezed and kneaded expertly as he looked down over her head and saw the fantastic bulges of her big buttocks jutting out the cloth of her hot pants.

Oh, my God, he thought, if she doesn't stop, I'll come right in my pants.

As she played with him, she pleaded, "Wyn, let's forget who we really are. I'm just a woman and you're just a man. We need each other. And I was wrong before. Dianne doesn't really take care of your needs. Another woman always knows. Not like I can, Wyn. I'll show you. Did she ever do for you what you saw me doing to the man in the car? I doubt it and that's a shame. All men love that, if they'd just be honest and admit it to themselves. I'll do it for you, Wyn. I want to, want to."

"Oh, no," he half sobbed. "I can't let you."

"Just-just for a moment," she begged. "And then I'll let you go. Please! It will help me, honestly. I'll feel cleansed, somehow. It will be like committing the ultimate sin and then maybe I can reform. Who are you to question if I think it will help me solve my problem?"

He couldn't answer. He could just stand there, trembling, panting, that big, wicked thing in his pants betraying him, making him lose all sense of right or wrong.

"I'll never tell anybody," she whispered.

As her fingers flew to his fly, hastily unzipped it, Wyn groaned, helpless now against the strong lust this woman had aroused in him. He was no longer thinking, just feeling. And what he felt now was the warmth of her small fingers searching inside his shorts and finding the thick, hot gristle of his aroused manhood.

She pulled it out, her hands no longer clamped about his legs, knowing now that he wouldn't try to leave. She gently coddled the long, thick white, swaying prick in her hands, the tips of her fingers dancing all over it; stroking the fiery fatness of the smooth knob on the end of it.

"Oh, beautiful!" she cooed. "What a nice one you've got! Just one good, quick suck and I'll let you go!" she promised.

Her head darted forward and her large, juicy wet lips sucked at the head of it, like a small, hot, wet vacuum cleaner. Her busy, expert tongue rimmed it and swabbed it. Wyn just stood there, looking down at her lewd, hungrily sucking mouth, her hands now lifting out his tortured testes and rolling them about in her palm. Instinctively, his hands went to her head, stroking her hair, encouraging her as sensations he'd never known to be possible shook him to the core.

The next moment, she drew over half of his engorged shaft into her mouth and then worked it in and out. Then, abruptly, she eased the whole thing out of her mouth. Licking her lips, she smiled up at him. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"What?" he gasped, surprised. "You-you're not going to stop now, are you?"

"I promised I would."

"But-but I-I can't leave in this condition. I -I doubt I could even get it back into my pants."

She pressed down with two fingertips on the burning, turgid length of it. "Mmmmm!" she murmured. "It is pretty hard. Like a rock." Her finger let go and she watched his wildly aroused jamme spring back up at an angle. "You want me to do i some more, Wyn?"

He nodded.

"Say it then, baby. I love to hear a man beg for it. Say it, say, 'Suck my nice big hard cock for mt Bev. Suck it good and make me come in you mouth.' "

"I-I can't. I-I've never said anything like that to a woman before. Please-"

She patted his twanging organ. "Poor baby!" she purred. "All right, I won't tease you anymore."

Then she quickly yanked the see-through blouse up over her head and off. She shook her round, firm white boobies at him, then leaned forward and brushed them both against his aching hard ramrod, rubbing the bursting red peaks against the red and swollen cap of his cock.

After this, she stood and quickly wriggled out of her hot pants, let them fall to her ankles and stepped out of them, stark naked. She turned and stuck out the bare, unbelievably big and round cheeks of her saucy behind. "Do you like that, Wyn?" she teased. "A lot of men do. They go crazy over this nice fat ass of mine."

He was lost. Wyn knew he was a lost soul now and there was no turning back and he didn't care. Right now, he didn't. All he cared about was this desirable, wanton woman before him, luring him, tempting him beyond human will. With a long sigh, he moved toward her. His hands took hold of her wide, fleshy hips. He held her steady and then lodged the thick flesh bone of his cock deep into the long, inviting crack of her big, waiting ass. He pressed it in, rubbed it up and down, while she pushed welcomingly back at him. He reached around and filled his hands with the hard love apples of her breasts, roughly tweaking the upthrust pinnacles of them. He could smell the sexy, animal-like heat of her wafting up from her ready, hair-covered bun.

"Mmmmmmmm!" she crooned. "You do like it, don't you? That means when I finally let you fuck me, I'll have to let you do it from the back. Like, doggy-style. You ever done it to a woman that way?"

"No," he groaned.

"You'll love it," she promised. Then she eased away from him, turned, eased his pants and shorts down to his ankles. She led him to the couch stumblingly and sat down on it, with him still standing, facing her. She lifted his balls and licked them good and then once more suctioned his big, bleating hard cock into the hot, moist furnace of her eager mouth.

At that very moment, at the Barker's house, a similar scene was beginning to unfold in reverse. In this case, young Tommy Farr was the aggressor and Mrs. Dianne Barker, the victim. Later, Dianne wondered if part of it might not have been her own fault. Perhaps she had misled the lad in the first place, by seeming so interested in his personal life, talking to him about how he really should complete his education, that he was too nice and bright a boy to go through life being nothing but a handyman. And then asking him about his girl friends, that sort of thing. He could, she supposed, have taken this as an indication of a physical interest in him.

To tell the truth, she thought, in retrospect, it had all happened so fast that she wasn't really quite sure how it really did happen. No matter, really, though, she'd still been helpless. She couldn't have stopped him, anyhow.

When Tommy came at his usual time, she assigned some small tasks for him to do, fix the garbage disposal, put some washers on some of the faucets, pack and tie up a batch of old newspapers and magazines so that they could be sent to Goodwill. He finished up a little earlier than usual and, as usual, she invited him into the kitchen for cookies and milk before he left.

She hadn't thought about it before but this was the first time she'd ever been in the house alone with Tommy. When he asked her where her husband was, without even thinking, she'd replied, "Oh, this is his day to make calls, sick visits, that sort of thing on some of his parishioners. He probably won't be home until dinner time."

Tommy knew this, of course, but just wanted to make sure.

Then, as she moved about the kitchen, Dianne became aware of the fact that Tommy was staring admiringly and quite insolently at the way her large breasts swayed and bobbled around under the housecoat she was wearing. Because of the hot weather, she was wearing nothing beneath it but there was no indication of this, except the bouncing of her breasts. As Tommy continued to ogle them, she did become a bit embarrassed, though, and she wished that she had at least put on a bra.

And strangely, the way he was looking at them, made her feel a little flushed and she became aware that her large, fat nipples were suddenly hard. Finally she could stand it no longer. Rather coldly, she said, "Tommy, why are you looking at me so strangely? It's really not polite to stare, you know."

He grinned boldly. "Oh, I'm sorry about that, Mrs. Barker. Just couldn't help it, I guess. You have got a beautiful body, you know."

"Tommy!" she said, shocked. "What's the matter with you? I-I'm a married woman and your minister's wife and-and your employer, too. That was very impertinent of you."

He shook his head, still grinning. "Not impertinent, Mrs. Barker. Whatever that is. Just honest. I've admired those luscious big boobs of yours for a long time and have often wondered how they'd look bare, how they'd feel in my hands."

Her eyes went wide and her mouth gaped. For a moment she couldn't find words. Then, angrily, she blurted, "That's enough, Tommy. I won't have you talking to me like that. You're fired. Now you get out of here, right this minute. I'm surprised and ashamed of you!"

He got up from the table and quickly moved toward her. She watched him with fascinated horror and now she could no longer deny to herself what the look in his eyes meant. She tried to run out of the kitchen but he was too quick for her. He grabbed her arm and yanked her back. He pinned her arms to her sides, holding her close to him and his mouth moved to the sensitive nerves at the side of her neck and began kissing and tonguing and gently sucking the tender flesh there.

In spite of herself, she gave a shudder, feeling the first faint pangs of awakening desire. "No, no, Tommy, please!" she gasped. "Stop it this minute. Stop it and let me go and I won't say anything to anybody."

He stepped back, catching her by surprise, making her think he was going to do as he'd been told. Instead he reached out and grabbed her slender wrists, imprisoning both of them with one of his big, strong hands. His other hand reached for the zipper at the top of her house coat. He quickly yanked it all the way down and both sides of it fell open, revealing her resplendent nakedness. The big, strawberry-topped white mounds of her gorgeous breasts leaped out.

"Oh, my God," Dianne thought. "This-this can't be happening to me!"

She started to scream but little of the sound escaped as he clamped his free hand over her mouth, stifling it. Then his head bent and she felt the hot slipperiness of his tongue lapping at her fiercely distended nipples, first one, then the other.

Squirming to get free, she tried kicking at him but she was barefooted and the contact against his hard shinbone merely hurt her own toe.

As she stood trembling, frightened, trying to think what she could do to stop this terrible thing from happening, she became aware of his expert, hot young mouth now sucking the big swollen red summits of her breasts.

Then his mouth moved away and he told her huskily, "Mmmmmm, those are delicious, Mrs. Barker. I've never sucked a lovelier pair of boobs. They were even better than I thought. Now, let's see what we have down here. But, first, let me tell you that if you try screaming again, not only won't it do you any good but I'll have to knock you on your pretty ass. You wouldn't want that, would you?"

She slightly shook her head and he moved his hand from her mouth but he still held her wrists imprisoned. She didn't try to scream but she did let out a long, shocked moan when she suddenly felt his hand boldly thrust itself between her thighs and cup the warm, hairy plumpness of her vulval area and then the forefinger of that hand, exploring her hot grotto, pushing between the full lips, already respondingly moist. While he wickedly fingered her, she couldn't refrain her hips from giving an involuntary twist of pleasure. Especially as he at the same time once again began sucking the stiffly protruding, sensitive knobs of her nipples.

"Oooooh!" she gasped, trying to think what to do, what to say. Then it suddenly occurred to her that he was just a boy, obviously with a lot of sex hang-ups and probably needed relief so badly he was half crazy. It must be that. And-and maybe he wasn't really planning to rape her at all. Why, he probably wouldn't even dare do that! So, maybe if she just cooperated a little, or at least didn't try to fight him off, he would be satisfied with just feeling her up and maybe, maybe he might just get so excited that he would have an orgasm in his pants or something and then this horrible thing would be over.

She closed her eyes, telling herself that in the meantime she'd just pretend nothing was happening. It was a little difficult, though, the way his fingers were so expertly diddling her now thoroughly wet pussy. As she felt herself responding more and more, she told herself that she'd pretend it was just like a dream she sometimes had and to go right ahead and enjoy it as long as it was happening, anyhow.

Soon she found herself saying softly, "It-it's all right, Tommy. I'm not mad at you anymore. I understand. Just as long as you don't hurt me."

Without even realizing it, her hips were now moving back and forth in rhythm with his expert fingering, even though he was still just running it back and forth along the honeyed groove between her outer lips, as yet hadn't made it penetrate her vagina nor tickled her clitoris which was beginning to stand eagerly.

"You're right, Mrs. Barker," he answered. "I sure wouldn't hurt you. Just want to give you a little nice lovin', is all. That never hurt anybody, now, did it? You going to tell the reverend on me?"

Her head was thrown back, her eyes still closed and she was breathing hard, now. "N-n-no, I-I guess not, Tommy. As-as long as you hurry up and get it over with."

"Oh, there's no hurry, Mrs. Barker. A long, slow one is always much better. The first time I like to make a woman come a lot so she'll really remember and want more later."

"C-c-come, Tommy?"

"Sure. Don't tell me you never have. Oh, wow! Then I know you've never had this!"

She opened her eyes and looked down. He was on his knees, staring at the thick golden fleece of her pubic hair. "Oh, no!" she gasped. "You can't look at me down there. I've never let even Wyn do that."

Surprised, he said, "You mean your old man has never had a close-up of this beautiful, hot, juicy cunt?"

The crudity of his words shocked her so that she couldn't even answer. Then Tommy said, "He must not know what's good."

His finger was still working back and forth between her swollen and excited love lips but then suddenly it pulled out and Tommy bent his head forward, opening his mouth. He pressed it over the top of her hairy gully and his tongue darted out. Expertly it probed the top of the slit until it found the waiting little nubbin of her clitoris sticking up like a small, wet, pink pearl. He flicked it and swirled around it and the sudden wild sensations that flooded her loins made Dianne Barker think she would faint.

At the same time she humped her hips in delight, she cried out, "Oh, no, Tommy, not that! Nobody's ever done that. It's terrible! Stop it, stop it, Tommy! Oh, it's not nice! Don't! Stop! Don't! Stop! OH! DON'T STOP!"

She forgot everything now except the savage sexual feelings that were flooding her whole body as his knowing, eager young tongue tippled and tumbled her excitedly. She hardly noticed when he reached out and pulled a kitchen chair toward them and abruptly grabbed her foot and put it up on it, thus opening her long, smooth white thighs, completely exposing all of her long, wet channel, enabling him to give the whole thing a good tongue bath.

Now his tongue lapped up and down between the thick, spongy wet outer lips, the tip of it tickling the even more sensitive pink, inner petals. It swabbed up and down with what was to Dianne amazing agility and rapidity. It was so much better than a finger, she decided. Why hadn't anybody ever done this to her before? It was so teasing, so delightful and it was getting better, better every second it seemed. It was even better than Wyn's cock rubbing there, she thought.

Then his tongue was back on her clitoris and now his lips were sucking at it, gently, wetly, tugging, vacuuming the torrid little tab now pronging out even more stiffly as though asking for more, more.

In wild abandon now, not caring about anything but responding to the terrible, wonderful thing this beautiful boy's tongue was doing to her hot pussy, Dianne was humping her hips wildly in accompaniment. She felt as though her whole quim was going to be suctioned into his mouth. For the first time in her life that she could remember, she felt an orgasm rapidly building. Its intensity scared her but she couldn't fight against it. A soft keening began in her throat and then grew louder. She reached down and caressed Tommy's head, pressing her genitals tightly against his furiously working mouth.

Then it hit her. She felt as though everything in her had suddenly turned to liquid and was emptying out through her vagina, pouring into his sucking mouth.

"OH, YES! OH, GOOD! OH, MORE, MORE, MORE! MMMMMNNNNN! I CAN'T STAND IT! I'M GOING TO DIE! OH, SO HEAVENLY. OOOOHHHH! AHHHHHHH! TOMMY! TOMMY! TOMMY! TOMMY!"

As her sweet nectar flowed into his eagerly lapping mouth, Dianne could no longer even speak. Only wild, guttural, gurgling sounds came forth as the full force of her tremendous spend wracked her whole body.

When it was over, Tommy eased his wetly glistening face away from her crotch and then stood up. He moved close to her and hugged her against him, reached around and gripped the soft flesh of her behind as through his trousers, he made her feel the hot, throbbing hardness of his engorged cock against her soft belly, he said, "Groovy, huh, Mrs. Barker?"

"Oh, Tommy, Tommy," she moaned. "I'm so ashamed of myself for losing control."

"You couldn't help it, baby," he soothed her. "Was that really the first time you've ever come? It must have been. I've never had such a flow of good sweet juice."

"As-as well as I can remember," she admitted.

"It'll be even better the second time," he told her.

Looking startled, she said, "You-you mean you're going to do it again? I-it-can happen to me again?"

"Of course," he told her, grabbing her hand and leading her out, through the dining room into the living room. He forced her gently back on the couch and then swiftly took off his shirts, his shoes, his trousers, and jockey shorts. "Got to make myself more comfortable," he explained. "I can do it better that way." He grabbed the long thick, wagging hardness of his cock, which, she was amazed to note, was even bigger than her husband's, and shook it at her. "And you'll have something nice to play with while I do it."

She was fascinated by the fact that the glans of his organ was half covered by a hood of flesh and then he worked it back exposing the whole, light pink, well-shaped head of it. She also noted the smooth, hairless fullness of his big balls.

Then he was on the couch beside her, his loins, with his enormous sprout jutting out, beckoningly from its nest of hair, right before her face. She felt his mouth once more descend upon her widely opened groove. Again the unbelievably exciting licking, lapping and lip-nibbling began. At the same time, he reached and took her soft, white hand and placed it upon the throbbing, jumping hotness of his thick love muscle. She accepted it eagerly, clenching it in her fist, rubbing it up and down, feeling the silken skin slide back and forth over the hard and fiercely hot gristle beneath it.

She thought to herself: "Oh, playing with a man's thing while he's sucking you is so good! Oh, I-I love it!"

This time, his ravaging tongue brought her more quickly to climax. As she was in the throes of her second wild come, Tommy quickly shifted his position, got between her legs and while she was still bucking her hips frantically, begging for more of his tongue, he carefully placed the fat knob of his tortured cock at the entrance to her dewy hole and rammed it all the way home in one fast, brutal thrust.

As the invading monster crammed its hot thickness to the hilt into her slickly ready cunny, Dianne cried out in surprise. "Oh, noooo!" she wailed. "You're not-not supposed to do this to me, too. The-the other was bad enough. Oh, you can't!"

"Why not?" he demanded, treating her to his beginning specialty, a teasingly slow in and out pumping that always drove women wild.

"Be-because I don't even like to do this. Not even with my own husband. Oh, please stop. I -you see-I don't really enjoy it."

"Maybe because you've never had it real good, Mrs. Barker," he told her. "You're gonna enjoy it with me. You'd better believe it, baby!"

Then just as she thought she wasn't going to be able to stand his first teasing, slow-motion type fucking much longer, he abruptly switched to a wildly gyrating, double-time humping. At this, Dianne let out a loud, crooning sound of surprised delight and involuntarily began to bounce her buttocks up and down on the bed, her widespread legs flailing wildly.

Just as he thought she was about to climax, he deliberately slowed down again. Her breath wheezing in and out in sharp gasps, she groaned, "Oh, why'd you slow down? Do the other again. Fast! Faster!"

Her legs then scissored his waist and she humped up at him encouragingly. Tommy knew he had her then. He speeded up his attack but still not as fast as before. "Oh!" she cooed. "That's it! That's better! As-as long as you're forcing me to do this, damn you, you might as well do it right!"

"Yes, ma'am," he said. He raised up so that he could look down at her passion-contorted face and the spread of her great breasts on her chest, the big hard nipples like beacons beckoning for his attention. He lowered his mouth to them and sucked them hungrily while his hips began to grind faster and faster, driving his randy, walloping whang deeper and deeper, making her juice flow more copiously, making a deliciously exciting slurping noise, with each juicy inward plunge and outward draw.

Teasingly, he said: "I guess you're right. I ought to stop. You really aren't enjoying it very much, are you? The way I fuck, most women would be coming by now. Unless I make you come, it isn't worth a damn."

"Oh, no!" she cried. "Don't-don't stop now. Be -be patient. I-I think you can do it. Especially since you already made me do it once, with your mouth!"

He grinned to himself and raised her legs, bending them back so that her knees were at her shoulders. He grabbed her by the ass and began really plumbing the depths of her hot, wetly clamping pussy.