Chapter 4
The puritanical dread which always lingered deep in the soul of Arden Smith after each sexual experience now lasted only an hour or so instead of all day.
She was dimpled and rosy the next morning, and the burning sensation in her ass only made the heat in her young cunt all the more delightful.
She kissed Joe as he went off to work. She had put on the top of a pair of baby doll PJs, the shortest shorty nightgown she knew of. It was sheer as morning mist, and Joe lovingly squeezed each of the rose-tipped breasts which raised the nightie so fetchingly.
She saw Joe stop at the entrance of the motor hotel and saw him in spirited conversation with Mrs. Delaney, the good-looking manager.
It was unusual, but he turned the Buick around and came back, and his face was angry.
"Get everything packed up, baby," he said. "That old bat lectured me because we made a little noise last night. I'll be back around noon and I'll have us a place."
The "place" Joe found was more than Arden's wildest dream. One of the model homes in the older tract, Seddon Oaks. It was, of course, completely furnished, even to dishes, linens and silver. "To make it look like a home," Joe told Arden.
"Use it like it was our home," he ordered. "I'm buying it; it's mine."
Having no idea of what Joe earned, Arden felt she was in the presence of a miracle worker. And to think that this great man was her husband! That he was, in fact, so human that he fucked her all the time. Even in the ass. It gave her a delicate shudder of fright as the deep, hard pain in her rectum reminded her of last night.
Joe drove by at noon. He seemed excited about something.
"I've got a big sale coming," he told her. "The five-bedroom number with the view. It's for Mister Big in the carnation business. And you know what? He's buying the three-bedroom across the street for his daughter!"
Her eyes were dancing and she felt warm as he hugged her to his hard chest. Not that she knew what he was talking about in terms of dollars. But Joe knew. Well over a thousand bucks. Two days, four sales! Man! This was a hot tract!
He laid a bunch of keys on the breakfast counter in the bright kitchen. "Remind me to take these by the office," he said. "I looked at two or three other houses this morning. Wish I could buy a couple more. All this stuff is going up like crazy." He kissed her again, responding to her slithery tongue in his mouth, and slid his big hand into the wet warmth of her crotch. As usual, he licked his fingers. And Arden, responding with all her warm nature, gently seized the hardness of his cock which showed in his slacks and rolled it back and forth.
"Wish I could stay to fuck, baby," he panted. "But this big-shot flower guy is waiting for me right now over in Luger Heights."
He found the address with no trouble. It was the North County YMCA, and his man was waiting with a check. It was even easier than shooting fish. "I'll sign the agreement to purchase," the big man smiled. "We can work out the details tomorrow, right? We have a director's meeting here at the Y."
It almost stunned Joe. A sale this big with no haggling!
He was folding the check in with the papers when the girl at the YMCA reception counter smiled at him. "Mr. Bascom doesn't fool around, does he?" she asked. "He told me a few minutes ago he was buying a couple of houses."
Joe grinned. "He took me by surprise," he said. "Left me with an hour's worth of time on my hands."
As long as he was there, he walked around the building. For a branch YMCA out in the boondocks it was very classy. And it was the rich Mr. Bascom, his prospect, who had donated most of it, Joe understood.
He heard tinkling music coming through a door marked "Auditorium" and opened the door just a crack to see what was on.
He almost fainted.
All alone in the big room, her body swaying and shaking to a recorded tune that smacked of the Far East, was a woman. But what a woman! And what a dance!
She was blonde. Very blonde. All the way to her pussy, Joe would gamble. Long straight hair. Denmark is full of it. And full of women like this.
Big firm breasts rolled in their lovely weight as her perfect shoulders slowly rotated. Those beautiful jugs were covered by the thinnest of bright fabrics. Joe could almost see the creases in their expanded nipples.
Best of all, her belly was bare, its very bottom, where her fat cunt was hidden only by a tiny loin cloth, moved seductively. To finish the sexy picture her gorgeous legs were showing through a soft mesh fabric that hid nothing.
He slipped into the room although he expected some outcry from the girl at the counter. The blonde, her face in a dreamy smile, continued to move her body in a sinuous dance. Joe mopped his face. It had become warmer in the past minutes.
As he watched in fascination, the music picked up and the woman's gyrations matched the beat. Her belly began to rotate, unbelievably, suggesting incredible sexual massage. If only a fellow had his cock stuck in the warm hole at the bottom of that weaving torso!
Her broad and beautiful pelvis, her hips, her powerful but graceful thighs all moved in a bewitching poem of movement. Faster, faster. She seemed actually to be throwing her belly and hips to the side and retrieving them with an invisible rope. But Joe kept his eyes only on the thin wisp of soft fabric which defined the warm, soft cunt. He could swear that he saw it move, that he could make out its fat lips, and that they were chewing, sucking, in rhythm with the fantastic music.
As the music came to a climax, she clanged small brass finger-cymbals in time and whirled her womanly body like a dervish. When the music stopped the silence was like a blow.
When the woman ceased her last graceful whirl and wound up at Joe's feet, he was so carried away that he began to applaud.
Now that she was so near, he confirmed his first guess that she was blonde all over. There was not a trace of darkness in the roots of her flaxen hair. In the good light he could see the fine and tiny hairs on her arms and they were almost invisible. Her eyebrows and eyelashes had been darkened and her blue eyes were set off by deep blue eye shadow. The effect was startling.
Her full red lips opened in a smile as Joe applauded, and she relaxed on the floor, saying, "Thank you, kind sir."
He was unbelievably gay and free with this woman, and he realized it was because she was more his own age. Probably more near his own experience level, too. It's nice to have a virgin pussycat around and nice to teach a ninny-baby to act like a ravening whore, but it can become routine.
"A belly dancer in a YMCA," Joe said. "I don't believe it!"
The blue eyes twinkled. "We call it harem dancing, and I give a class for local housewives. Their husbands love it!"
"If they learn to do what I saw you doing, their husbands ought to subsidize you," he said earnestly. "Wow! Women who can move it like you do are one in a million."
She actually leaned against his knee, putting one hand on his muscular thigh. "It doesn't make 'em all that good in bed," the blonde woman said laughingly. "You have to anchor your feet to get those movements. And you can't anchor your feet in bed. Sorry, but that's my true confession for the day."
Inexplicably, Joe felt his cock begin to swell.
"I don't believe you," he said with a smile. "I'll bet your husband is happy with what he's got. And he should be. There's a nice bunch of it, and it's all hung together in the right way!"
He boldly looked down at her breasts, which were exposed down to the nipples now that she was sitting below him with her shoulders forward. There were tiny beads of sweat on them, highlighting the creamy surfaces of the curvy beauties. He placed a hand on hers. When she didn't move her hand, he let it slide along her arm. When she simply looked at him with that same wet-lipped smile, he bent over, got his arm around her and kissed her, open-mouthed.
She still kept watching him, smiling, as he drew back. His hand was tingling where it had pressed on one of those terrific tits. There was a faint and earthy perfume about her. Perfume from the drug store and perfume from her body.
"That's a friendly thing to do," he said huskily. The blonde looked at him in complete invitation. "I'm a friendly girl," she said in a normal tone.
Joe stood up and offered her a hand, helping her up. As she came erect, her body met his. She was larger by quite a bit than Arden. An inch taller, much bigger knockers, a bigger ass. Yes, a gorgeous ass! Voluptuous, that was the word. His hands went around it, and he marveled at the solidity of those fluid muscles. A belly dancer! What a cunt she must have!
As they kissed again and the woman put both her soft hands at the back of his neck, drawing him to her, holding his face as her tongue dived in against his. At the same time she made her ass move quickly from side to side and bumped her belly at him in machine gun rapidity.
He held her off, smiling. "That settled it," he said. "You're either off for the afternoon or you're going to get it right here in the auditorium!"
"What makes you so sure?" the blonde girl asked, but she was laughing. "Maybe I was just teasing."
He held up his right hand which had been delving in the crack of her ass. The fingers showed a slight wet gleam.
"Any girl who squirts out cum-juice like that," he said drily, "right through her drawers, isn't teasing!"
They went out arm in arm and the blonde said to the girl at the counter: "Nell, this is my brother-in-law!"
She directed Joe to her place. "We just moved in," she said. "It's just a tract house but it's nice."
He was so stirred with the imminence of a new and exciting piece of pussy that he hardly listened to what she said, and the minute they were through the broad door he gripped her in a bear hug and began kissing down her shoulders to her tits. She helped him, using one hand to push her big, soft breast up out of its little hammock of soft fabric. She was groaning in a quiet frenzy and her ass was moving back and forth. As soon as he had the big hard nipple in his mouth she began to work at his belt, getting his slacks loose to fall about his feet.
And suddenly they were in bed, both naked and with Joe between the woman's spread thighs. She was smiling up at him as if they'd known each other for years, her hand gently holding his cock. She held it pointed down toward her snatch and was slowly raising her body from the bed. Suddenly she paused.
"Darling," she said clearly, her face amused, "I don't even know your name. Isn't that marvelous? To see someone and want to fuck them and to get your wish and fuck them? And not even know their name?"
She let go his cock and pulled his head down. "We've got a whole hour," she whispered, licking deep into his ear. "We don't have to leap at each other like fucking dogs, do we? Or fucking rabbits."
Joe covered one of her beautiful breasts with his hand, letting the nipple come out between his fingers. It was over an inch long, almost as big as his thumb. To make her breasts even more spectacular, the circles of pinkish brown in which the nipples were centered covered the entire end of the tit. This part was swollen, too. It was like a large mound of vanilla ice cream with a smaller mound of orange sherbet on it. Good to suck! Joe sucked with all his force and the firm body rolled against him.
"God, your skin is nice," he panted. "Let me lick around your boobs!"
She held her breast up while he licked under it, enjoying the sharp flavor of her sweat, the aromas of her body. Her skin was warm and soft and fine. He could not be certain of her age but by her skin and the firmness of her tits and the muscular perfection of her belly and thighs, she was in her mid-twenties. No older.
As he licked and sucked at her smooth flesh, knowing that the idea as well as the act would be exciting to a woman so forthright in sex, he let his cock rest on her hip. Her hand came down to touch it and she gently stroked the head, barely touching it. The sensation was exquisite.
He licked up across one breast and over to the other, nuzzling between them. He moved his mouth up to her shoulder and kissed deep into her moist armpit. It was shaven, so different from Arden's. Those young kids! They were sweet, but there was a lot they needed to learn about a man's wants.
The solid blonde moved her body like a huge python shifting his weight, and Joe felt new excitement and hardness in his cock as she pressed against him. He felt her kiss his head, too. That was nice. Maybe she was queer for hair. They had an hour. Wasn't that what she had said?
"You're married," he whispered between kisses along her ribs, and she laughed softly above him.
"More or less," she said. "Aren't you?"
He swept up to her mouth, covering those full red lips. She sucked his tongue in contentedly, moving her body in rhythm to their kiss. His hand rested on the softness of her mound, in the puff of damp blonde hair. That kind of dance was a workout. No wonder she broke such a sweat.
"You're beautiful," he said. "Not just your looks. I love honesty. Of course I'm married. Is that so bad?"
She wiggled her body warmly, slickly up against his and bumped her sculptured ass and thighs on the bed. "Not when I need a fuck," she said, her breath whistling in her teeth. "Are you a jackrabbit? It's all right. I can cum as soon as you touch me. Just ease it in and I can start it rolling."
Joe felt a deep masculine pride that he had had so much fucking these past few days. "I can fuck until you say 'let it go!' he bragged. "If you've got a thirst for peter, you can suck me for a few minutes. I love it!"
"Gee," she teased. "You're certainly a normal fellow."
She eased a hand between them and rubbed his belly in a slow, meaningful way. To his amazement, Joe seemed at once hotter and at the same time more in control. "That's marvelous," he exclaimed. "What do you call it?"
"It doesn't have a name," the blonde said. "It's something I learned when I was learning belly dancing. You like it?" She had her head next to his cheek and was licking into his ears again. "I can make you cum without touching your cock," she said. "But I wouldn't."
Joe laughed. "You want it stuck into you," he said. "Let's start using some of that hour."
"It's forty-five minutes, now," she said. "And I'm dying for it! Raise up like you were before."
He grudgingly raised his body. The warm contact with the woman had been hot and satisfying. The business without any name had been exquisite. It had done something to his cock.
Once more she took his tool in her hand. "It certainly is nice and hard," she said, "Let me take it in. What I mean is, don't start shoving."
Her body came up off the mattress again, and he looked down in fascination. Her cunt was so swollen with lust that it was wide open. The inner labia, as large as her fingers, were slick and stuffed, their surfaces shining with cunt fluids. The pink clutch of wet lips made his mouth water.
"God," he whispered, "I'd love to suck you out, baby!"
She held his cock and her body continued to move slowly up to his. She was making a bridge of her entire body, only her shoulders and feet touching the mattress. "Don't talk," she gasped.
He saw what was happening and couldn't believe it. Her cunt was coming up around his cock, she was extended like a circus acrobat, and the sole purpose seemed to be to get her cunt around him. Not to get him into her. He was static, his prick hard and throbbing and waiting.
Perhaps it was the comparatively long wait as he hung above her. Perhaps his tool had been slightly cooled by the room's temperature.
Whatever the reason, he felt an incredible warmth, a sort of liquid joy as she came up and surrounded his organ with her own hot sheath. Hot and liquid and beautiful, yes. But oh, so beautifully firm and positive in its action!
Her belly was reaching his, pushing at his. She was slowly rotating her belly against his flesh. But what was so tremendously exciting was that she was rotating her tightly gripping cunt around his dick. It was like being sucked by a mouth that had a tongue a foot long. No, two or three tongues. Plus soft teeth. Plus everything it took to give a man a new sensation, a new idea of sensual perfection.
He moved his loins, trying to repay some of that marvelous feeling, but the woman gasped: "No! Don't move! Let me!"
It was strange to have such a perfect, complete connection with a woman, such a loving sexual joining, in this strange position.
"Baby," Joe said hoarsely, "I'm no acrobat. I can't hold this much longer."
Almost at once he felt a weirdly beautiful action begin around his cock. He could no longer look down between their bodies and cause they were locked together from the belly down. But something down there began to tremble. It was a muscle in or very near her cunt. It trembled and it made a soft beating on his prick, as though he were being patted very rapidly by the insides of her vagina, her cunt walls, patted and stroked by muscles softer and slicker than anything in the world, with the rapidity of a hot jazz drummer's sticks in a fanfare.
He could feel the movement in his belly and even in his balls, which were being bounced in the fast rhythm. But most of all, he felt it in the surfaces of his cock, in all its tender length. It was so beautiful that he could have cried. Or could have cum in a few seconds. Except that he was straining to keep himself in the air, braced on his outstretched arms and dug-in toes.
Suddenly all that straining was over and the woman, her voice coming out in a husky laugh, dropped to the bed. It was so unexpected that Joe dropped with her, all his weight on her strong and lovely body, mashing those wonderful breasts flat against her ribs.
"Wow!" he whispered in relief. "That was fantastic. But I was about to give out. What do you call that?"
The blonde woman was stirring under him, her body moving. The warmth of her enveloping cunt was just as great as ever, and her strong hips were lifting him in effortless waves of her torso, so that his cock was going in and out of her in one- or two-inch strokes.
"Was that some more of that no-name business?" he asked, beginning to pump his cock slowly into her. He was looking fondly down at her face with its closed eyes and dreamy smile. There were beads of sweat on her upper lip and he kissed them off.
"It's what dancers call isolating," she said, pumping back at him so that, without overdoing the action, he felt that he was getting every last inch of his cock into her. She was tight, too, as tight as little Arden. But Joe knew that a woman with her attributes could make herself tight enough to hold a ballpoint pen.
"We learn to isolate one muscle and make it do what we want it to." Her voice was suddenly tighter and her strong arms gripped him around the shoulders.
"Give it to me, baby!" she groaned. "Oh, God, that feels so good! FUCK ME! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" Her body was working in such perfect unison with Joe's that her cunt was wetly, hotly closing on his cock seemingly without his participation. Her breath was hot and fast in his ear. The clasping muscles of her pussy were giving Joe's cock the loveliest, hottest massage it had ever had. He was proud of his ability to control his orgasm, even in the face of this gorgeous fuck.
The woman's body suddenly stopped and became rigid. In her strength, she began slowly to rise from the bed in spite of Joe's weight. He could feel the heavy pulsations of her powerful cunt muscles around his bloated and straining penis and again he was grateful for all the recent fucking with his cute little juicy bride.
"Keep fucking, baby," he said into the woman's ear. "You're going great! When you begin to cum again, I'll let you have it all the way to your tonsils!"
She began to pump furiously, giving his cock a hard twist as her body moved up and a harder milking as she came down. She felt the new lightning of a cum-blast surge through her twat, felt the mighty resurgence of heat and strain in her big clitoris. This was the life, she thought in her desperately heated imagination. To have a big, hard cock driven into her body. She could feel it rasping gently all through her cunt from the swollen aperture to the final anchorage of her vagina. She could feel the solid sick-joy as he banged into her cervix. The tenderness of her rectum felt the pressure of the big cock plunging into the maelstrom of sensuality that worked all through her. The feeling was in her tits, in her tongue as she sucked at his mouth. It was in the wonderful muscles of her belly, in the tight grip of her buttocks.
"I'M CUMMMMINNGGGG!" she screamed. Her ass was thrashing up and down like the rat-a-tat of a jackhammer, her chin boring into this hard-cocked man's shoulder. She was tasting his sweat, feeling the slickness of his powerful prick gouging out her insides.
"FUCK ME, LOVER!" she bleated in a high, wild plea of heat. "GIVE IT TO ME! UNNHH! UNNHHHH!" Her grunts were purely animal, the thrusts of her ass and hips and belly and cunt as simple and uncomplicated as a bitch dog's.
Joe knew he was getting one of the most perfect fucks of his experienced life. And he knew that part of it was the magic of the human imagination. Enough interest to get a hard-on, enough friction to cause an ejaculation, that was the minimum of sexual gratification. Joe knew it. He knew that even this minimum was wonderful.
But to see such a body, to hold it and love it! To use his senses of sight and smell and feeling in appreciation of the body, the tits, the ass, the cunt. The entire picture, really. That made great fucking. But to have a woman not only beautiful but skilled beyond anything he ever knew, that was the most.
He held her to him. "That's the stuff, baby," he encouraged, rapidly kissing her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose, her lips. "Cum for Papa Joe! There, baby!" He gave her two or three rapid lunges, penetrating deeply into a cunt now beginning to relax.
He laughed as her tired body involuntarily humped up at him. "That felt good, didn't it?" he asked. "Have another." And he pounded into her again, giving his cock a side-to-side movement as he pulled out. He felt the softly padded head of his cock strike her cervix. It gave him a double enjoyment. To feel so cum-my and hold it back. And the pride of making this woman cum. No chance of fucking her into unconsciousness as he had with little Arden. She was too smart. But it was great to feel that he was her master. That he was socking it into her cunt when she was practically done in and smacking her tenderized parts until she had to respond.
"Papa Joe," she was whispering, holding one of her large, shapely hands behind his neck. She kissed him hard, her tongue a hot, strong delight in his mouth. "What a nice idea and what a nice name! Papa Joe! You fuck like a papa should, Joe. If that's your name."
She laughed like a little girl, and he could feel movement in the muscles still holding wetly onto his cock. To cough, to laugh, these made a woman's cunt muscles tighten up.
"Remember, you never told me your name? And now you've fucked me! So it's Joe. Joe What?"
He pulled his head up and looked down at her, his big features in a smile. "Would you believe Smith?" he laughed.
She bumped up against him, their combined sweat making the pressured contact a warm and slick pleasure. "You're lying to me, of course," she said. "But why not? Joe," she said, "Joe Smith. Did you mean it when you said you wanted to suck me? Oh, Jesus!" she cried. "What a lovely fuck that was! How nice to meet a man who just plain old likes to fuck! And suck, too, I hope," she added. "Oooohhh, how I'd like to get that nice hard cock in my mouth. Kiss me, Papa Joe!" she cried. "Let me have your tongue!"
She seemed as hot as ever. She had cum twice that Joe knew of. She was a hot piece of ass, and a beautiful one. Her body had the aphrodisiac perfection that makes some women seem to disprove the physical law which says that the whole cannot be greater than the sum of its parts.
He kissed her and she clung to him, her hips and belly moving against him, her cunt so wet that it was drenching his crotch and thighs with its juices.
"I want to suck you," she whispered hoarsely. "I want your cream in my throat, in my mouth. Oh, God, Joe! I'm so hot! I could cum again just thinking of your cock driving into me! Let me rub against your thigh!"
She held onto his arms, her breasts pressed against him in silken warmth, rubbing her belly and her bedraggled cunt on his hard thigh. Her face was tense, her eyes clamped shut.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" she moaned, twisting her body against him. "JOE! I'M CUMMINGGGG! Oh, Joe! Joe! Ohhhh!"
She rolled away from him on her side, with the lower leg raised. She patted the inside of that thigh. "Put your cheek here, Joe, Darling," she whispered. "You don't have to suck me if you don't want to. Just look at my pussy while I suck you! Oh, please! Let me have your cock in my mouth!"
He could have snickered out loud. God damn, these chicks sure loved to suck a cock! Even a innocent virgin like Arden. They must have cum nerves in their chops as well as in their snatches. Whatever it was, it was nice. And even better when a great chick like this was begging for it.
He thrust his body toward her and laid his cheek on her thigh. The most comfortable way to sixty-nine. He slapped her gently on her rump.
"Okay," he said, "open it up for me, baby!"
She raised her left leg and bent her knee so that her beautiful thigh was on his ribs. He almost gasped at the pink and gold opulence of her lower body. The cunt hair was golden yellow, thick and soft and curly. The cunt lips were thick and soft, actually quivering with the intensity of her heat. Her asshole was as pink as the inner lips of her cunt, large and clean and puckered and creased as delicately as the lips of her mouth. The fine curly hair grew thickly down her thighs, around her asshole, and up the cleft of her ass to the base of her spine.
"You're beautiful," he said, and the woman moved her upper thigh to spread her cunt still more, and reached down to pat his face.
"Joe," she said softly, "I'm going to suck you now. Is there anything you want to tell me? Oh, this is the loveliest cock I ever saw! And to think I'm going to get to suck it! Joe," she said again, as though the name intrigued her, "Joe Smith, Papa Joe. Let me get my mouth on your cock before you go down on me, please?
Oh, Joe, I'm so hot!"
He felt a marvelous wet warmth close in on his cock, and the same broad, strong tongue that had been in his mouth now wrapped around the head of his cock. The rich beauty of her cuntal area had inflamed him. Been looking at a brown-haired little-girl pussy too long, he said in his mind. No question at all, this blonde beauty could really suck a prick.
She had not been kidding when she had implied that Joe's first touch might make her go skyrocketing into the wild, red oblivion of a gigantic cum-quake. Her cunt itched from above her clitoris clear into the seething sloppy dark where her womb nestled. Her cunt syrup was pouring out in a steady little stream now. She felt it oozing down into the hairs around her asshole, felt it spread along her thigh. The warmth of Joe's breath on her outer lips was like a hard, hot caress.
Suck me! her inner mind ordered. Her body moved, she felt her cunt lips open and quiver. There was a fire blowing in her clit and in the red rows of inner lips around it and beneath it.
"Oh God, Joe!" she screamed around his cock. He was on her clit now, with his tongue and lips. She was cumming like a madwoman, bumping her ass into his face so hard that she felt the bruising of his teeth on her most sensitive flesh. "Oh, baby! Suck hard!" But the scream was merely a gurgle, so fiercely was she reciprocating, her long tongue whirling around his throbbing organ. It felt so good, so smooth! The softest, smoothest thing in the world had to be a man's prick in your mouth. And the taste! Her cunt's gluey, gamey flavor. And the ripeness from under his foreskin. And the smell of sweat and, yes, the smell of shit from his body! Who dared call it nasty? She sucked and drooled and gently chewed on the long, hard cock that seemed to slide down her throat almost painlessly.
But oh, God, how marvelous that pain was! That pain of a hard cock against her gullet, or of a hard cock stretching her cunt! How wonderful.
"Joe, Joe!" She gasped his name as she tried to swallow his cock, tried to make it cum. God, how she wanted that rich saline taste. The slickness of hot starch. The flavor that's like nothing else in the world. And her own cum, on his cock, tasting better than ambrosia.
Joe felt her quicken. Her cunt was as active as a nursing baby's mouth. What muscles she had! No wonder she had given him such a fuck. Each time a pang of orgasm hit her, and they were coming fast now, her vagina opened so wide that he could drive his tongue all the way in, lapping at the flow of her cum fluids. Yes, actually lapping inside a cunt! And then how it would close in little loving thrills to push his tongue back out, as though teasing him. Inviting him to come into her pussy and play.
It was suck, suck, suck on the flowing softness of her fragrant pussy. Each suck made him happier. Each suck made him hotter. Made him more conscious of the magnificent way she was sucking his cock. He stopped for a minute because she was speaking.
"Joe, darling. Joe, listen. Let me lie on my back. Let me have him," and she shook his hard prick, "between my tits. It's been so long, Joey. Will you?"
He rose and straddled her belly, grinning down at her calmly beautiful face. She was smiling at him, holding her big smooth jugs up on her chest. He had to bend forward so that his cock would lie between them. "Put your hands on them, so," she begged. "Hold them real tight. Press the nipples in deep. With your thumbs! Ooohh! That's so-o-o good, Joe, baby! Oh, I feel your prick pulling at the skin on my boobs! Joe, do you like it? Is it nice for you?"
He found himself holding onto his control. The feel of her body, the sight of his long cock, wet with her spit, going back and forth between those gorgeous tits was too much. His flesh dragged her knockers out of shape as his hands held them with painful tightness on his tool. His thumbs were keeping the hard nipples pressed deeply into the soft tissue. And now, each time that he thrust forward the big blonde was raising her head and sticking her big tongue out so that the head of his penis was sliding right into those redly wet lips.
She was panting with the effort and with the incredible joy that she was getting from this encounter. Like many another jaded person, both the woman and the man were lifted by the spontaneity of their passage at sex. Love a and fucking are not improved by planning. By daydreaming of gaudy tricks, yes. By envisioning the thousand and one ways to excite and please a love, yes. But not by planning.
The rhythmic motions both of them were making added to the intangible cock-heaven they both dwelt in. Joe rocked back and forth, fascinated by the sight of his prick's red head appearing from between those lovely tits, then seeing the drooling mouth and tongue close over it momentarily. Each time the blonde raised her head to suck the tip of the cock, her ass pressed firmly into the mattress. Her belly went down under Joe's ass, and came sweatily back up to meet it. She was just barely able to keep from having a wildly noisy cum that would shake them both out of their concentration, but her swollen clitoris ached and burned for the release it needed.
In Joe's balls, the gathered semen and sperm were making into a pressure that would blow in a few minutes. His cock burned with the desire to cum, to shoot his milky-white ropes of jism into this marvelous woman's mouth. Her tits were so slick and warm! She had sweated until now, instead of his flesh dragging on hers, his cock was shooting in and out of this improvised tunnel of love as slickly as if it were her weeping pussy. He looked down at her hungrily.
"If I could be kissing your mouth, dear," he whispered, half-dazed by his passion. "If I could fuck you in your cunt and in your mouth and between your tits at the same time! Oh, baby! Slow down, will you? I'm about to blow my load!"
She stopped and so did he, although he still continued to rock back and forth and she continued to open and close her lips and run her tongue out.
"I want you to shoot it on my face and in my mouth and on my tits," the woman gasped hoarsely. "I'm so hot I'm about to die! I want you to see your jism hit me, baby! I want you to see that delicious cum shooting into my mouth!"
Joe eased off her body carefully. "I want to suck you out," he said stubbornly. "You've got a way of opening up your cunt so I can get my tongue all the way in! I like it! I want that fountain of cum-juice inside your pussy!" His eyes were glazed with lust and his tongue felt thick. The perfume of her heated cunt was like a drug to him.
She got on her side. Her face and voice were tender.
"Suck me, then, baby!" she said in a thin voice. "Let me open my cunt for you. You can watch it!"
When Joe got his cheek down on her thigh again, and she opened her legs wide putting the other thigh on his chest, he felt her body strain. At once, like a miracle, her cunt gaped open. It was so red from use and passion that it seemed to glow like neon. The light was good enough so that he could see into it for a depth of two inches or more.
She had opened it for his tongue and he licked into it gratefully, swirling his tongue around its sides. The aroma was more exciting than ever and he knew that the strength of it came from the very heart of her cunt.
Each trip with his tongue brought him a mouthful of her sweet and syrupy cunt goo. Each sweep, he felt her inner muscles palpitate softly. Once he put his lips inside the trembling ring of muscle and sucked deeply, and felt and heard the gorgeous woman groan in ecstasy.
From the continual fluttering of her cunt he knew she was cumming constantly, a series of small orgasms that were making her asshole pucker and turn out. Its inside was as pink as the inside of her cunt. If only he had more than an hour! How he would love to bugger her, to suck that spanking clean sphincter.
He took his mouth away and said, "Oh, baby, this is so good! So sweet! Are you ready for your big one, dear? Do you want me to hit your clit?"
The strong body shuddered and he heard the big girl draw breath hissingly between her teeth. "Yes, suck it," she said. "But take a big breath first. I may drown you!"
For his own pleasure he opened the upper part of her slit with his thumbs. The softly padded tissues were deep and thick and soft. In the moist valley her clitoris was bulging out as aggressively as a man's cock, trembling with its hard held desire.
Tenderly but with fierce purpose he sucked it into his mouth, holding it softly between his lips. His tongue went over it just once and then he knew what she had meant by drowning him.
Her powerful but softly muscled thigh clamped his head. Her cunt seemed to open and spread over his face. His nose was pressed into the blood-filled inner labia. As she pumped her strong body back and forth, his nose and the rest of his face went back to her asshole, into the damp blonde hairs so thick around it. Her screams were making her body vibrate.
"Joe! Suck it, baby! JOE! JOE!"
Her hands were raking at his sides, but she was avoiding his cock where Joe's own orgasm hung on a hair trigger.
He could feel the crowding of blood and the itch of cum-nerves all through his dick, down in his balls, around his clenched asshole. All was sex and sex was all. He was eating it and breathing it and wishing he could creep inside this lovely clasping cunt all the way.
He was as weak and pliant as if he had had two or three long, hard cums. His mouth was wet and tingling from her pussy and its taste and power. He rolled away and saw his cock, hard and jerking, an inch from the woman's tits. Her face was fixed in a scowl of love and he quaked inwardly as her seeking mouth closed on the red head. But his fuck-fever was so great, his balls so ready to explode, that he gave himself completely to her mouth.
The wave of orgasm shook him and he fucked deeply into her throat. He felt her entire body respond in joy, and he fucked against her throat again, driving into it, far down past the base of her tongue.
As he began his spurts of semen, crying out in animal joy at each surge of pleasure, he saw with awe that her cunt was opened again, opening and closing, and her clit, now out of its protective nest, was throbbing like his cock. She was cumming again!
He looked down between them as a new sensation touched him. She had pulled his cock out of her mouth and was aiming its long, hot ropes of milky jism at her breasts, at her face, her mouth and eyes opened. She was laughing in a fever of lust, licking the sticky drops and rivulets of cum as they slithered down her face.
It seemed to Joe that he came longer and faster than usual. There was a hell of a lot of it.
He hoped she would have time to change the bed before that husband of hers showed up.