Chapter 6
As he stood by the couch, looking down at the bobbing head of Bev Cantrell, for the moment the Reverend Doctor Wyndham Barker forgot his guilt at what he was allowing to happen, caught up as he was with the unbelievably ecstatic sensations her knowing, wet and lovely mouth was affording him.
His erect penis felt as though it was being anointed by a hundred tiny, feathery soft tongues, rather than only by one. Her big red soft lips held the girth of his shaft fairly loosely, which her years of expertise had taught her as the best way to begin, to create the maximum of sensation without actually bringing on orgasm too quickly. Her tongue only lazily swabbed his straining glans once in a while and her hands ever so gently caressed his testicles, teasingly working up their supply of sperm.
Oh, how wonderful! Wyn thought, as every once in a while he "Oooh'd" and "Ahhhh'd" with delight. He told himself, Nothing this good can really be bad. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm! Oh, how I love it. I've really been missing something. From now on I've got to get somebody to do it for me, if Dianne won't.
At the thought of his wife, Wyn had a sudden twinge of conscience but then Bev pulled her lips back until they were nursing only on the tender crown of his pego, tenderly ministering to every part of its smooth, sensitive flesh.
A few moments later, he was dismayed to feel her let it pop from her mouth as she licked her lips, savoring the taste of it. She still held the thick, throbbing, hairy base in her hand though. She shook it, admiring the shining wet dimensions of its rigidity.
"Oh, what a nice one you've got, Wyn!" she told him. "It's one of the best I've ever had. Just right for good sucking."
Her words gave him a feeling of pride in his manhood that he'd never experienced before. He stuck out his chest and felt his cock jump gratefully in her fist. Then he watched her swing around and lie belly down on the couch, still holding his iron-hard member. His gaze moved to the high rising rounds of her monumental ass-cheeks, so smooth and white and firm-looking, with two adorable dimples where the base of each mound blended into her back.
She said, almost coyly, "I thought you might like to feel me back there while I love you some more with my mouth before we fuck."
She half pulled him down on the edge of the couch, in a position so that she could still apply her lips to his cock and yet at the same time he could easily reach her behind with his hands. As he felt the hot, wet oval of her mouth again envelop his throbbing helmet, he ran his hands over the steeply rising globes of her buttocks, marveling at their warm marble smoothness. He gently squeezed each of them in turn, testing the resilience of their springy woman flesh. He pushed them together, admiring the dark deepening of the long crack that divided them. Then he rolled them a little apart and the divide back there was so deep that her little rosette remained covered.
Finally, he ran his forefinger up and down her inviting crack and then all the way under, where he found her groove all hot and creamy with its impatience to be petted. He worked his finger back and forth between the thick, streaming lips, listening to her moan in appreciation as her oral attack on his cock increased in intensity. Soon his finger found the eagerly opened portal of her cuntal hole. It slid in and he was surprised that it wasn't loose at all, the way he'd thought it might be with a woman who fucked as much as Bev was supposed to do. But no, it was nice and tight and seemed to cling delightedly to his working finger. As he worked it in and out, faster and faster, Bev began to buck her hips, her big white hams quivering and her experienced mouth began to suck him off in earnest.
Her hot tongue was like a tiny, silken-skinned snake winding all around and about the head and neck and shaft of his quaking hard-on. He began to think he would go crazy as she sucked harder and faster, for a while, as much as she could get into her mouth and then, for another while, just the bulging acorn of it. At the same time, Wyn could feel her come dewing his fingers, seeping out around them.
With a wild, eerie cry of delight Wyn suddenly became aware of his own great load of seed out of control, starting to work its way upward from his balls. He felt his already ragingly hard dick swelling up even more stiffly and, with this, Bev sensed his approaching come and began milking his balls encouragingly.
"OOOOOH, BEV!" he called out. "OH, NO! I -WAITED TOO LONG! IT'S-OH, MY GOD-IT-IT'S COOMMIINNGGGG! UUUGGGHHHH!
AAAHHHHHHOOOHHHHH!"
With the first burst of jism into her wildly sucking mouth, Bev's tongue went berserk around the spurting little eye at the top of the head, licking and lapping over it, feeling the balsamic fluid gushing forth, bathing her tender tongue. She sucked like a greedy child not wanting to miss one drop from the bottle. At the same time her hands gently massaged his contracting bag of balls.
It seemed to Wyn Barker that he'd never come as much in his life and might never be able to climax again; he felt drained. Slowly, his penis began to wilt. Still Bev did not release it from her mouth. She continued to lave it with her tongue, applying maddening suction. Now she raised to her hands and knees, reached down and began to frig herself. Watching this, hearing the juicy sound of her finger-fucking, feeling her impatient mouth still working on his relaxed prick, he felt a faint stirring of desire begin again.
Slowly it continued. At first it was just a slight thickening and hardening of his tool in her still hungry mouth. Very slowly, delightfully, it increased and then in a few more minutes it was at full stand again, once more filling her mouth.
"Wow!" Wyn cried gleefully. "I wouldn't have believed it possible. It's never happened to me before."
She slid his once again rampant ramrod from between her teasing lips and eyes hooded with lust, she surveyed the long, thick readiness of it. Triumphantly, she told him, "That's because you've never had me go down on you!"
"Or anyone else," he confided.
"Honestly?" She worked the loose skin back and forth along his bleating love muscle. "Oh, that's beautiful to know I was first. Well, now this big beauty is ready for bigger and better things. And it won't happen so fast this time. You'll really be able to give me what I want, a good, long, long fuck."
Still on her knees, she told him to get behind her. As he kneeled there, he impulsively leaned forward and began to kiss and lick her lovely big, naked bum. He rubbed his face all over it adoringly. Then he swabbed his tongue up and down the long, inviting crevice while Bev cooed her appreciation.
When she could wait no longer, she reached back between her own legs, seized his great, wagging pecker, and placed the hot, smooth tip against her sticky wet vestibule. "All right, now give it to me, baby! Push! Get that nice big thing in there!"
He arched his hips forward and felt his crown cram its way into the clinging, juicy opening. As she braced herself against his onslaught, he sunk it in, inch by glorious inch, until her smooth, heaving buttocks were full against his belly. He let it stay deeply imbedded for a moment, soaking there, feeling her cuntal walls cuddle it, her inner honey bathing it. Then he slowly slid it out until just the tip of the head remained, savoring every moment of this doggy-fuck that he'd always wanted and never had before.
Then, just as maddeningly slow, he worked it all the way in once more. By now Bev was groaning and moaning and rotating her big behind and urging him onto greater effort.
"Oooooh! Oh, that's it, love! Give me every wonderful inch. Oh, what good cock you're giving me. Mmmmmmmmmmm, Wyn, baby, what a man you are! Arrrggghhhh! Where'd you ever learn to fuck so good? Oh, darling, you're even better than Dirk! Oh, come on, harder, faster!"
At these words Wyn Barker swelled with natural male pride all the way to the top of his pistoning penis. Somehow he'd never quite felt fully a man with Dianne. He had the feeling he'd never satisfied her. He'd always thought it was his fault. Now he knew that it couldn't have been. This woman was experienced, lusty, passionate; she'd had many men. And she was praising him! She was delighting in his masculinity, his virile manhood. He was driving her crazy with his hotly probing prick and she loved every inch of it. By God, he was a man and he was proud of it and nobody, not even Dianne would ever be able to put him down again-even though she probably hadn't meant to. Or had she?
Then as he felt the sweet, sticky nectar of her cunt bathing his fiercely pumping cock and she screamed out loud with the joy of her first come, he skewered into her even more furiously. He felt like he was a god and his big dick was made out of hot marble and might never get soft again. He felt as though he could screw this lovely, appreciative creature all day. He wanted to. He wanted to fuck the big, wonderful, beautiful ass right off of her!
As Bev continued to come and cry out her pleasure, she gradually collapsed face down upon the couch. Wyn eased with her, never letting up, and now he slapped his loins against her jutting cheeks with each wild thrust. He was working in and out of her now like a pile-driver, like a roto-rooter. And it seemed as though she couldn't stop coming. He could feel the copious flow of her juices sluicing out onto his pubic hair. His balls slammed against the top of her cunt with every fiercely forceful ram into her.
Soon she wailed, "OHHH! OH, YOU COME, TOO, WYN! SQUIRT IT INTO ME! I'VE HAD
ENOUGH! NOW I WANT TO FEEL YOUR GOOD COME FILLING ME UP! AAAAGGGHHHAGGHH! YES, BABY, NOW COOOMMMMMEEE NOOOOWWWWW!"
That was all it took. The thick, white stuff welled up from his swinging testicles, exploded through the length of his hard jamming prick and gushed out in a steady, fountaining geyser of hot wetness. Long after it had ceased to spurt, it continued to trickle and seep as he kept pummeling her, making the whole wonderful sensation last to the nth degree.
When it was almost soft and he eased it out of her soggy wound with a slight popping sound, they both signed their satisfaction and again Bev told him how good he'd been and she'd die if she didn't have him again soon. Gratefully he patted her plump butt but already, now that he was emptied of his lust, he was beginning to feel the qualms of guilt, the sense of betrayal of his calling.
Quickly he got dressed as Bev still reclined naked upon the couch, quietly smoking a cigarette. He avoided looking at her. Before he left he started to say something about the supposedly original purpose of his visit, Bev's "problem" but then quickly he realized that had just been a ploy to get him to her apartment so that she could seduce him, satisfy the obvious yen she had for him.
With a rather self-conscious wave, he told her, "Well, I-I guess I'd better be going now."
"Okay, Wyn," she answered languidly as she watched him move toward the door. As he went out, she wasn't sure but she thought that he walked a little taller, a little prouder. Maybe it wouldn't last long, she decided but at least for a while, she had made Wyn Barker feel like a man. What a cold bitch that wife of his, Dianne, must be, not to be able to give a nice, handsome husband like Wyn a good wifely fuck. She could never understand women who were lucky enough to have kind, good providing husbands not being smart enough to give them all the different kinds of sex they wanted.
Then she wondered how Tommy Farr had made out with Dianne, knowing that Dirk Smithers had talked Tommy into giving her a try while she was keeping Wyn busy here in her apartment. Maybe Dianne was so frigid even a fine young stud like Tommy couldn't do her any good.
At that very moment Dirk and Tommy were listening to the end of a tape recording that Tommy had secretly made with a small machine hidden under the Barkers' living room sofa.
"Listen to this," Tommy said gleefully. "Here's where it really gets good. I got her legs back up by her ears and her royal ass so high up she's practically standing on her head and I'm sinking the meat into her so deep it's practically coming out of her mouth."
He slightly turned up the volume of the tape and they heard two people grunting and moaning and their combined heavy breathing and then Diane's voice squalled, "Oh! AHHHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOHHHHHHH! Mmmmmm! TOMMY, SO-SO DEEP! I-I'VE NEVER HAD IT SO DEEP INTO ME! OH, WHAT A NICE LONG ONE YOU'VE GOT! OH, IT'S DRIVING ME CCRRAAAZZYYY!"
Then Tommy's voice said, "You like it, huh, Mrs. Barker? Is it really good? You like being fucked like this? Tell me, baby, or I'll stop right now!"
"OH! OHHHH. NNNOO-! DON'T DO THAT! KEEP GOING, TOMMY! Yes, YES, YESSSSS! I -I LOVE IT! OHHHH HHHHHH MORE, MORE! FASTER, FASTER, DEEPER, DEEPER!"
"Say it, then, Mrs. Barker! I want to hear it. It makes it better. Don't be afraid to use the right words. Tell me how much you like my cock, to be fucked like this!"
"ALL-ALL RIGHT! OOOOH, YESSS! I-I DO! I-I LOVE YOUR GREAT BIG, HARD YOUNG COCK AND WHAT IT'S DOING TO ME! I LOVE THE WAY YOU FUCK ME WITH IT. COME ON, TOMMY! I-I'M WORKING RIGHT WITH YOU NOW! FEEL HOW WET I AM. I-I'M GETTING READY TO COME! OH, I -I'M GOING TO DO IT, JUST LIKE I DID WHEN YOU WERE SUCKING ME! OH, TOMMY, YES, YES, YES! HERE! HERE! NOW! HERE I-I GOOOO! OOF! AH! WAAAHHHHH! OH, I-I'M COMMIINNNG! COMING ALL OVER YOUR NICE PRICK! AHH! MMMMMNN! UH! HIHHU! EAAHHIIIYYEE!"
At that point, Tommy reached out and snicked off the tape. "That's it, Dirk," he said. "Man, I mean she was like a mountain lion in heart, once she started to get off. She really clawed my back, man, and that dripping pussy of hers was like a hot velvet vise around my cock as I started pumping my own juice into her."
"Yeah!" Dirk Smithers said enthusiastically, his sullen, heavy-jawed good looks twisted in a leering smile. "I wish I could've been there to see it. But I will be next time."
"Next time?"
"Sure, You don't think we're through with that high and mighty smart-assed bitch, do you? The way she liked it, believe me she'll be back for more. And that's when I'm going to get some, too. I can't wait to bring that snotty, phony, holier-than-thou broad down. To feel my own cock in her, in her highbrow cunt, in her highbrow ass, in her prissy mouth. I'm gonna make her crawl, not only for what she did to poor Bev but because I can't stand that kind of dame, anyhow. Always looking at me as though I was dirt and not good enough to eat her shit. Well, maybe she'll eat mine before we're through with her. In addition to feeling my cock in all the good places, she's going to get a taste of my riding crop across her royal ass, too. I can't hardly wait."
Tommy Farr cringed a little at the brutal vehemence of the man but he didn't say anything. He had long ago learned that it didn't pay to cross Dirk Smithers. The first and only time he had tried it, a year or so ago, Dirk had beaten him, making sure to leave no visible marks, so that he was sore for a week, could hardly walk about. Dirk was an expert at that from long years of experience with recalcitrant prisoners.
"How'd Bev make out?" Tommy asked, changing the subject.
Dirk made a circle with his thumb and forefinger. "Beautiful! The Rev really dug that mouth of hers and her twitching hot snatch. She gave him the time of his life. You want to hear that tape?"
Tommy nodded agreement and then Dirk told him, "After that I'll tell you a little plan I got lined up for Kitty Robbins, so she'll be a pushover for you-and then, of course, later, for me, after you've got her virgin young pussy broken in real nice."
"Kitty?"
"Yeah," Dirk said. "After we listen to this tape, I'll tell you."