Chapter 3
Entertaining new neighbors is usually a chore when everything goes right ... but when things go wrong ... then you really have a problem. What can go wrong when you entertain neighbors? ... that's easy to answer. Things go wrong when for some unknown reason everything that your wife does on that day is all fucked up. It turns out to be one of those days that your wife forgets everything ... particularly restocking the bar ... and when it is time to hand out the liquid refreshments you find that you are all out of scotch. That is the time that you would like to haul off and belt her one right in the mouth, but you hold back the temper and smile and make a joke out of the entire matter and then say that you will be right back ... that you will drive down to the nearest package store and replenish the depleted supply of scotch.
Now ordinarilly this would be the routine that you would follow. You would hop into the car and make a mad dash for the liquor store. You would buy what you needed and race back home. The only thing is that this time your neighbor's wife says that she would like to go along for the ride ... your wife doesn't object ... and the lady's husband doesn't object. So you both go out and get into the car and you begin to drive, making light conversation.
Suddenly the lady makes a statement that sends cold shivers up and down your spine. This is what happened on the trip to the liquor store.
Lita breathed into Ed's ear, "I just had to get you alone!"
Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, as he drove, Ed said, 'Take it easy, Lita ... I'm a safely married man ... and you're a married woman!"
With studied carelessness, she allowed her hand to rest on his thigh. She heaved her shoulders in a sigh of exasperation. "Come on, Ed ... that's pretty square ... I've heard all that stuff before! The real facts are that you're a man ... and I'm a woman ... that's all that matters!"
Her hand on his thigh bothered Ed. He definitely didn't want to become involved with this woman even if she was a voluptuous little thing. Things like that only led to sticky complications. He felt he had to extricate himself, someway ... before the situation got out of hand.
"... And, I think ... you've had a little too much to drink, already. It's the wine in you talking!" he told her, bluntly.
"Like hell!" she flared. "I know exactly what I'm doing! You really turn me on ... and I'm going to do my best to turn you on!"
So saying, her hand moved up his thigh, lightly, and delved between his legs, feeling for his dong nestled there.
As her hand rummaged in his crotch, Ed felt a certain thrill. Her direct, forward manner, the way in which she turned words into action, somehow captivated him. There was a call to adventure he had not felt for years, but on the other hand, his sense of the safe, the secure and the well-known was too much with him. Even as he felt the first keening lurch of excitement, the rush of blood to his cock, its erection growing moment by moment, and the crawly feel of his scrotum tightening his balls up close to his body, he tried to reject it.
"Damn it ... Lita! Stop it! I'm not interested in sordid, little affairs! I'm not the man for that sort of thing!"
"Who're you trying to kid?" she asked, feeling the expanding growth of his cock through the cloth of his pants. Gleefully, then, she found the tab of his fly zipper, grasped it and pulled it down, the sigh of it loud in the car. With deft knowledge, her hand dipped inside, worming its way through the fly opening of his shorts, her fingers curling halfway around the hardening shaft of it. 'This feels like you're quite a man!" she laughed. She squeezed his cock, playfully.
The brazen wantonness of her action shocked him, at the same time as the throbbing sensation of his almost instant desire tormented his flesh.
"Listen!" he grated, "I'm not going to play your silly little games! If you don't stop now ... I'm going to turn this car around ... and deliver you back to your husband!"
"No you won't! You want it as much as I do ... just be honest with yourself!" she challenged, bringing the solid massiveness of his cock out of his pants and up into the car with them.
Ed glanced around, nervously, glad that they were still on a residential street with little traffic. She wanted him to be honest ... with himself? All right ... he could be that! Did he want what she was offering ... a quick, little, illicit affair, a fast fuck in the back seat of his car? He had to admit to himself that his answer would have to be an almost unqualified, hell yes! There was something exciting, daring and adventurous about the whole thing. He had never dreamed any woman could be as direct as young Bob's wife, Lita, was being ... it was a sort of reverse seduction; maybe it even bordered on rape ... although, he had never heard of a man being raped by a woman. In a way, the whole thing was absurd. He chuckled; somehow, he couldn't hold it back.
"You want me to be honest? In the first place I've never driven down the street ... with my prick out ... in a strange woman's hand! And, secondly ... I've never had sex relations with any other woman ... just my wife!"
"Good God ... where have you been ... what do you really mean ... you've never fucked anybody else?"
The obscene, four-letter word coming from her lips was a shocker, too. It did something to him. His cock jerked in her hand, desire building even higher in him.
"And I've never heard a woman use that word!"
"Bro-ther!" she was exasperated. "Find a place to park this car, darling ... because I'm going to give you a fast course in sex education!"
"We'd better get back ... " Ed offered, weakly.
"Why ... the fun's just starting!"
"My wife ... your husband ... they'll be expecting us back...."
"Don't worry about them, honey ... if I know my husband, he's probably got his cock rammed all the way up to her sweet little tits, already!"
Ed couldn't help his gasp of surprise. "I-I don't think ... Joan's ever done anything ... like that!"
"I wouldn't bet on that!" Lita declared, stroking the foreskin back and exposing the head of his hardened, throbbing cock to the wash of cool night air. "Sounds like you've been depriving her."
Suddenly, then, she leaned down, her head ducking under the steering wheel, and her mouth poised over his satiny-smooth cockhead. Her voice came to him, just before her lips made moist, flesh-tingling contact. That had never happened to him before ... either! "Well ... if you're not going to park ... so we can both have some fun ... I'll amuse you by sucking on this big cock of yours!"
True to her word, her warm, moist lips came down over the heavily throbbing tip, engulfing it completely, while she still held the hard, excited shaft of the burgeoning rod tightly in her tiny d cl
Cl tl hand. He spasmed with the highly erotic shock of the surging sensations. Christ! It felt wonderful!
He groaned, "Oh, God ... !" He was helpless to stop her ... short of stopping the car and hauling her, bodily, away ... but of course, he was beyond the point of wanting to stop it. Now, there was only one direction ... forward and onward to completion. She had succeeded in arousing him, as
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A j he had never been before, in his memory.
There was a decision he had to make. He could, now, drive to some quiet, secluded spot, hop in the back seat, where there was more room ... and fuck this little sex-pot, like he'd love I to ... wildly and insanely, then take the consequences of his actions; such as, Joan's |. anger-if she were to find out-and the torture of j his own conscience.
... But, on the other hand, if Bob's wife was 1 so set on sucking him off ... he could let her do that, since he was, in a sense, unable to stop her. There would be little chance of Joan's suspecting j anything ... and his conscience would be clear; after all, a blow-job was not really the same as fucking this hot-tailed little bitch ... and he would have his fun and relief. He was not quite sure, in his own mind, what there would be in it for Lita. Perhaps, at that moment, he could have cared less. It was a nicely tied-up package of rationalization, for his decision was for the latter plan. It was safe, painless, with no complications.
Ahead, he saw the brightly lighted avenue. Damn! He'd have to stay away from there. Turning a block short, he drove along another quiet street, acutely conscious that she was now swirling her tongue, sinuously, around the head of his cock, pausing every now and then, to probe at the sensitive slit in its tip with the moistly swirling tip. Then, he felt her fingernails on the shaft of his throbbing cock as she stroked them lightly, tantalizingly along its length.
Now, Lita's head began to move, slowly, up and down, each down stroke a little longer and more of the thick, hard shaft was absorbed deeper and deeper into her moistly warm mouth and working throat. God damn! Her mouth was smooth ... almost delicious, he thought, realizing that her lips were rolled down over her teeth to keep them from scraping him. He had to concede that she was clearly an expert-as far as he could tell. There just couldn't be anything that sensual ... so sexy! How many times had he been just on the point of suggesting it to Joan ... and how many times had words failed him, as he found he couldn't ask her ... or even talk about it! He'd been a damn fool for too many years ... thinking that his wife would have been repulsed by it. But now ... as he thought about it ... maybe she would have done it ... andgladly.
Instinctively, his hips began to move, countering her bobbing head. He glanced down to see the dim sheen of her long, black hair nestled into his lap. He wished, then, that he could watch her lips ovaled around his cock. It would sure give him an extra charge, but there was nothing he could see, clearly, in the semi-darkness.
Then, he knew he had been wrong. There was no possibility he could keep on driving while this was going on. He wouldn't be able to concentrate on either one, effectively. Realizing that the street on which he was driving turned into a country road within a few blocks made him feel better. He'd park at the first opportunity ... and let come what may! And, he would cum ... sooon! Damn! Her mouth was so sexily demanding on him!
Within a half mile, he was driving on the graveled road, and he swung off onto the first wide spot alongside it, next to an open field. Quickly, he shut off the ignition and turned off the lights. It was dark and still. Lita stopped only long enough to mumble, around the head of his cock, "Changed your mind ... huh?"
"Yes ... damn it! I sure as hell couldn't keep driving!" Ed tensed his loins and thrust the length of his hard, pulsing cock deeper up into her mouth, feeling it plunge all the way back into her throat, as he began to move in rhythmic counterpoint to her enthusiastically bobbing head.
He was lost in a trance of sexual rapture and submerged in a morass of pleasurable sensations; he moaned, softly, unable to believe what was happening to him, as her hon-eyed mouth moved on him with increasing speed and pressure, her tongue giving an extra, swirling lick to the lust-inflated cockhead on every out-stroke. She seemed to sense exactly what he wanted.
Then, he began to realize that young Bob's wife, too, was in a sexually ecstatic state of her own. He heard her breath moving raspily in and out of her nose, in short, gasping pants of breath, and she was moving her hips in gyrating undulations on the seat of the car.
Her bobbing head attracted him, now; he felt the need to guide her, and he reached out with both hands, taking her long, black hair into them and letting her know, explicitly, how he wanted it, as with her ears he guided her up and down the demanding shaft of his throbbing cock, his hips thrusting it ever more forcefully up into her softly working mouth. He was aware, then, that her shoulder was moving rhythmically. She still held the shaft of his cock with one hand, and he deduced from the moving shoulder and her undulating hips that she was using the other hand on herself. She was fingering her own cunt under her panties ... while she was sucking on his cock. Smart girl, he thought; she was having her fun ... too! Afterward, he told himself, he'd do something in return for her. It was too late now to think of fucking her. He was too close to cumming ... And, there was only one way, he knew, for sure, to make her climax ... and that was ... licking her cunt! His mind cartwheeled! Christ! He'd never done that before, either ... but Godod ... there had been so many times he had wanted to suck and lick his own wife, Joan's cunt. So many times, he couldn't count them ... and he had balked short of asking ... afraid to act. Then he wondered: Would it be any different after this?
Would it be easier? He didn't know. There were too many years of repression ... of self-denial.
The gathering sensations concentrated in the bloated head of his cock, and he could feel it pulsing, growing ever larger with each involuntary lurch, as her swirling tongue and sucking lips tantalized and tormented it on every stroke.
Ed could feel it getting nearer for him; the sweet agony of his building load of cum was demanding its ejaculative release from his swollen balls. It caused him to groan aloud, as his mouth worked, silently, at first; then, he was mouthing words.
"Oh, God! That feels ... so good, baby! A little more ... just a little more ... and I'll be there! I'll cum ... in just a little while ... ! OOooaaauughh!"
Throaty, strangled noises replaced the words. He could only gasp his pleasure. His breath came faster, in and out of tortured lungs. It was almost there! He was going to cum, now! He could feel the searing, acid burn of it, beginning far up behind the root of his cock.
Furiously, he rammed his hips up at her face. He could feel it go clear to the hilt in her mouth. His pubic hair was mashed up solid against her nose, and she took all of him deep into her throat. Christ! It felt good. There had never been anything before like it! Everything he had missed was there, in the throbbing head of his cock ... everything he had denied himself ... and Joan ... and it was almost ready to cum in this other man's wife's mouth!
Then, suddenly, his release was there for him, explosively; the jet of hot, white, viscous juice pumped through the length of his cock, searingly, to spray from the slitted tip of the blood-engorged head into the smooth, hon-eyed moistness of her hungrily sucking mouth.
"Now!" he choked. "Now! I'm cumming ... NOW!"
His hands on the back of her head pulled her down, roughly and hard, on his spewing cock, and he flexed his hips upward, convulsively, pinioning her head, immobilizing it while he stiffened and shot his cum deep up into her desperately swallowing throat.
She swallowed ... sucked and swallowed, furiously, as the viscous liquid of his burning juice hosed through him and splashed into her gullet. He heard her mewling hum of pleasure that seemed to come from deep in her chest.
Flopping back in the car seat, then, he relaxed his grip on her head, his hands dropping down to her shoulders to fondle and caress. Gradually, his cock began to soften and deflate in her mouth, but she kept right on, continuing to nibble and suck on it, until she had consumed the very last drop of his heated juice; then, with a sigh, she lifted her head and allowed the flaccid shaft of his cock, still glistening moistly from her saliva, to pull from her lips.
"MMmmm," she said. "That was nice! Did you like it?"
"Did I!" he exclaimed. "God, I thought I'd never stop cumming!"
She leaned up and offered him her lips. He crushed her to him, thrusting his tongue into her mouth to taste the pungent essence of his cum remaining there. They kissed long and deeply, savoring it, their mouths welded in a communication of great longing and desire.
Finally, after long moments, she relaxed and pulled her lips away from his. She leaned back to look at him, in the semi-darkness, a salacious glow of anticipation shining in her eyes, as her face crinkled in a smile.
"Now me!" she said. "I want to cum ... too!"
She opened the car door and climbed, nimbly, into the back seat. Ed, without hesitation, slid out on his side, pausing only to take off his jacket and fling it into the vacated front seat. He crawled into the rear of the car, not bothering even to close his fly.
Lita had already removed her panties. She was just dropping the wispily sheer garment over into the front seat when Ed came in beside her. Leaning back into the far corner of the seat, she pulled her dress up over her hips, shamelessly, exposing the whole of her loins to him in the dim light. He saw that she wore only a light garter belt that held up her nylon hose, and he somehow found its presence very sexy and provocative. Spreading her legs, slightly, Lita pressed her hips down and out, sliding her firm white buttocks out to the edge of the car seat. She moaned low and soft in her throat.
"On, God ... lover!" she groaned. "1 want you to eat me!" He did.
With a groan of his own, he leaned down, his palms sliding up the inner, satiny flesh of her thighs, just above her stockings and spread her legs even farther apart. He gasped as the soft, hair-lined furrow of her cunt was revealed to him, the moist flesh glistening tantalizingly there, and he could feel the slow gyrations of her hips as she moved in anticipation of what was coming to her. He gazed at it, hungrily, for a moment before he dropped his head down between her white tapering thighs, the soft curling hair of her pussy grazing his cheeks as he nuzzled into the warmth of her already heated genitals. Even through the fumes of the wine he had consumed, the faint female odor of her moist cunt assailed his nostrils, and he found it pleasant and provoking. He inhaled the woman perfume of her.
Watching him, Lita thrust her hips up at his face, impatiently and mewled, "Lick my cunt, baby ... lick me good!"
Tentatively, he moved his hands on up into the angle of her thighs, his thumbs going to either side of her thin, slitted pussy to spread the fleshy lips apart. He felt the heat of her loins and the curling softness of her pubic hair, as the very core of her being was opened and revealed to him. Then, with a surge of desire, he flicked his tongue out to stab it directly into her waiting vaginal opening. It was velvety smooth and warm, the tangy flavor of her pleasant to his tongue. A strange, moving excitement mounted in him, and he felt the blood pumping back into his flaccid cock, causing it to expand and elongate. Damn! His cock was getting hard, again ... and so soon!
With tremulous upthrusting and undulations, her body responded to him. Her hands reached out to his head, her fingers entangling themselves in his hair, and she pulled his face in tight to her hotly demanding cunt.
Now, seeming to know, instinctively, what she wanted of him, he began to move his tongue in and out of her, in imitation of fucking, his tongue a tiny, make-believe cock, moving in the moist clinging warmth of her pussy sheath.
Then he swirled his long teasing tongue in looping circles, around and around, in the open depths of her cuntal passage, which brought a long, drawn-out moan of pleasure from Bob's wife's lips.
"OOoohh! That's it ... lover! Don't stop ... don't ever stop!" she demanded. "Oh, OOooh ... OOOooohhh!"
Feeling more confident, now, of his ability to satisfy her, Ed threw himself, wholeheartedly, into his sensuous probings of her loins. Suddenly, he remembered; it was her clitoris he should be working on to bring her to full arousal. He moved upward, probing with his lips, until he found the tiny pulsing little shaft of her sex bud. He felt the erotic shock of it in her trembling body, and heard her quickly indrawn breath, as his searching tongue inci int. beneath him. mouth tongue incessantly, ® face contort* flaring and h rhythm of th coupling.
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As he licked and sucked, avidly, now, he became more and more aware of his own arousal. His cock, long and fully hardened, jerked with involuntary impatience, and it ached and throbbed, even though just a few minutes before, he had thought he was drained. He was surprised at his re-arousal, so soon. It had not happened to him for years ... and he felt a wave of pleasure wash over him, with the sudden thought that he could ... that he would be able to fuck her ... too! He felt virile, potent ... and young again ... as though he were sixteen, the juices of his manhood just beginning to flow. God! He felt good!
Suddenly, Ed wanted to do something else to her ... something he had heard, somewhere, would make a woman melt into a mass of sensate sexuality, so he began to shift his mouth, downward, pressuring his tongue down through the cleft of her cunt, until he found the tiny puckered softness of her asshole.
His tongue shot out to probe and lick, and he felt her body spasm, as the hot, moist tip flicked, restlessly, at the sensitive flesh of her naked shithole.
Above him, Lita wanted to scream for pure pleasure, but she held it back, subverting it instead into a long, low moan of sensually ecstatic pleasure. Her fingers, entangled in his hair, jerked spasmodically, pulling his head in tighter to her lust-inflamed loins.
She liked it. No, he decided, she loved it ... and wanted more. More! What more could he do? The tremblings of her body, the demanding gyrations of her loins, the raspy panting of her breath all told him that she was ready ... hanging on the very brink of a spiraling orgasm. She was ready to be fucked ... and he was ready to fuck her. He began to pull his hungrily sucking mouth away from her heated loins when she spoke, asking him for it.
"Oh, God ... baby ... I'm so turned on! I want your cock ... I want you to fuck me with it ... now!" She reached out to him, her hand searching for his prick. She found it, hard and long, spearing out through his open fly, and her fingers tried to encircle it to pull him closer to her. He heard her sigh of relief, as she took the warm, pulsing length into her hand, followed by her murmured, "Oh, you're cock's good and hard ... and ready!"
"I'm damned ready!" he grunted, "and I'm going to fuck you ... so you'll know you've been fucked!"
"Get your pants off!" she panted, reaching up to his belt buckle.
Ed brushed her fumbling hand aside, dropped his trousers and shorts to his knees and levered himself up over her, finding in the process that they were cramped for room, there in the back seat of his car. Right then, he could have cared less. He had to get his hard, aching cock into Bob's wife's tight, little cunt ... now! He couldn't wait!
As he wedged his hips down between her scissored-out thighs, Lita's hand was there to capture the shaft of his massive cock. She gripped it with sureness, using the throbbing, lust-inflated head to part the black, hair-lined lips of her moistly ready cunt; then, she placed the throbbing tip of it directly at the mouth of the nakedly quivering little hole.
"Now ... !" she urged. "Stuff my pussy ... with all of your big, wonderful cock!"
The goading words were unnecessary. He flexed his hips forward and felt the warm moistness of her cuntal sheath begin to encompass him. He felt her expand and stretch as he went into her, the elastic flesh seeming to flower open to him, enveloping only the head, at first; then, with an insane desire to fuck up into the farthest depths of her, he plunged forcefully, ramming his cock full length, in one smooth stroke, until his pubic bone smacked into hers and his heavy, ball-filled scrotal sac smacked hard up into the crease of her full, softly rounded buttocks.
Her groan was one of both satisfaction and momentary pain.
"Ooooh God! You don't mess around, do you?" she groaned up at him, after her initial grimace had passed fleetingly across her face.
"No! I wanted to make you feel it ... but good!" he grated, expanding his cock deep in the recesses of her warm, clasping cunt. He was rewarded by the acutely erotic sensation of her cuntal walls contracting around the throbbing length of his buried cock, seeming almost as if her cunt were milking at him, with rhythmic, unhurried sensuality.
Then, feeling the need to empty his cum up inside this other man's wife, he began to rock above her, thrusting in and out of her clinging cuntal passage with short, smooth strokes, at first, lengthening them gradually, until he moved with sure confidence, plunging deeply into her with a deep feeling of satisfaction as his blood-engorged cockhead flicked past the neck of her cervix with each stroke to blunt itself against the farthest back wall of her pulsating cuntal cavern. Damn! It felt so good to dominate her like this. He felt every inch a man ... and he was giving her every inch he had!
Beneath him, he felt her responding to him, her loins pushing up against him, in perfect counterpoint to his plundering cock, her moist cunt rising to meet him, almost, it seemed, nibbling its way up the length of his massively solid prick, accepting him and giving back even more, at the same time. God damn ... he thought, she's fucking back ... like a hot little mink!
Her whole body was responding to his increased speed and the cruel depth of his stroking into her sensate cunt. She squirmed and writhed beneath him, as he dropped his lust-distorted mouth to hers. Instantly, she shot her voracious tongue into his mouth to be sucked, moaning, incessantly, up into his open mouth, her lovely face contorted with desire, eyes glazed, nostrils flaring and her breath coming in a jerky, panting rhythm of the old-as-the-world dance of animalistic coupling.
Suddenly, Lita twisted her mouth aside and gasped, "OOooh ... that's good ... but I've got to cum ... and I can't, yet! I've got to have more! Shove your finger up my ass!"
The idea and her lewdly pleading words careened around inside his skull in reverberating shock waves, and he found it highly erotic and exciting, his cock seeming to expand and get harder. Christ! He didn't know such women as Lita existed. She was a real sex-pot ... maybe even a nympho, he decided.
Ed didn't know exactly what to do, but he was sure as hell willing to try. He squirmed his hand down between them, moving it over the smooth satiny flesh of her grinding buttocks, groping to find the soft, puckered ring of her anus. He located it and probed at it, experimentally. His finger wouldn't go into the tiny, tightly clenched opening. It needed lubrication, he decided, dipping a finger into the viscous moisture that seeped in tiny droplets from the well-filled cuntal passage above. He circled the tiny hole, smearing it with her female secretions, before placing the tip of it against the rubbery softness of her shit passage. He felt her sharp intake of breath, the shock of it in her body as he pressed in, slightly, against the elastic tightness of the warm, puckered opening.
"Oh, God ... Ed! Do it! Go ahead and shove your finger in my ass!" she grunted desperately.
"O.K., Baby! You asked for it!" Ed grunted back, a strange sadistic feeling coursing through him. This was it! Her words were a further excitant to his already inflamed passion, and insanely, wantonly, she wanted it. She wanted to be hurt! All right ... damn it ... he'd do it. He'd hurt her ... if that's what she really wanted!
He pushed ... hard! His finger popped hissingly through the resilient ring of outer anal muscle and surged into the spongy softness of her rectum, all the way to the palm of his hand. She screamed once, with the sudden, painful agony of it, then, in a moment or two, to his surprise, he felt her loins move up against him to voluntarily skewer herself back on his sadistically torturing middle finger. At the same time, she strained to absorb his solidly massive cock deeper yet, into her steaming cunt. She moaned mewlingly now, almost incessantly, as she began the spiraling ascent toward her orgasm.
Now he began to gore into her twat with
'ncreased speed, as he felt the bulge of his finger in he thin, separating tissues, while she squirmed, writhing wildly and uncontrollably beneath him, slithering her loins, grindingly, up and down the monstrous shaft of his cock with mounting, ecstatic fury, her legs scissoring out on either side of him, toes curling and buttocks hungrily skewering her rear passage against his finger in abject subservience to her unleashed passion and the double ravishment of her loins.
Pistoning into her demanding cunt and thrusting his finger in and out of her softly pliant shit passage at the same time, like a runaway sex machine, he felt the feral power of his big cock, reveling in the sensations produced in him. God! He could feel the new load of cum, smoldering back behind the base of his cock demanding its release as it pressured against the cofferdam of his throbbing hardness. He had to cum ... and soon!
He jerked his finger from her shithole with an accompanying hissing pop; then, using both hands, he pressed her knees back against her chest, realizing that they pressed in hard against her still-clad tits, mashing them flat, and he remembered that he'd not even seen her tits ... or fondled them. Damn! He resented that ... and this was only going to be a one-time lay ... or was it? His mind toyed with the idea that it didn't have to be that way, because he knew, then, that he would have to have her again ... in a comfortable bed.
As he doubled her legs back to her chest, exposing the whole of her naked, defenseless loins to him, making them vulnerable, completely, to his plundering cock, her body was pushed back farther into the corner of the back seat of his car. Mercilessly, he pounded into her, knowing that she had to be cumming soon, too.
"Oh, oohh ... ooooooohhhh! Fuck me ... Ed baby! Fuck me ... harder!" she crooned up into his face, her own lovely face insanely contorted with the rapture of her passion.
Ed slaved away, above her, driving the solid, expanding shaft of his cock deeply into the moist sheath of her trembling, ready-to-cum cunt. Suddenly, it was there for her.
She tossed her head wildly, her long black hair whipping across her face, hopelessly entangled, her body convulsing, spasmodically, as waves of muscular relaxation released the built-up tension, and she spiraled to the heights of her orgasm while the earth tilted and stopped as she screamed out her ecstasy.
"Oh ... oohh ... ooooOOOOHHhhh! I'm cuuuummmmmiinnngg! Fuck ... ! Hard ... ! AAAAaaaauuuuugggghhh!"
Ed, pounding into her, felt the great tremors in her body and knew that she was in orgasm, even before she screamed it out. Then, he felt his own release begin deep in his belly, behind his great thundering cock, the fiery stream of his lusty cum jetting through him to spurt from the blood-engorged top of his cockhead far up into the moist warmth of her clasping cuntal passage.
"God ... Oh, God!" he moaned. "What a gorgeously sucking little cunt ... it's pumping me dry!"
He collapsed on top of her, pushing her even farther and more uncomfortably into the corner of the seat, his cock still jerking and pumping inside of her luscious, white belly.
After long moments, Lita stirred under him and said, "Ed ... lover ... that was just super ... but the back seat of a car is just too damned confining."
"There's nothing like a comfortable bed," he agreed, glancing at his watch in the dim light. The luminous dial told him they had been gone much too long already. "Damn ... we've got to get that scotch ... and get back ... my wife'll be wondering what happened to us!"
Reaching down, he found his shorts and trousers and began to shrug into them, forcing his still half-hard cock into the confines of the garments.
Lita lolled back, relaxed, unwilling yet to end it. "What your wife doesn't know won't hurt her ... but she could be a part of it ... if Bob gets next to her ... too."
"What are you talking about?" he queried, stepping out of the car to finish straightening his clothing.
She retrieved her panties and put them on, as he reached into the front seat for his jacket.
"I mean the four of us ... could really swing."
"You mean ... one of those swapping deals ... where everybody fucks everybody else?"
"Well yes ... that's the idea...." she said, producing a comb from her purse to repair the damange to her hair.
Ed's mind was shocked temporarily, but then he knew that this was the answer. It was the way to have Lita again ... and again. Perfect! But, hell ... Joan would never go for it! ... and he was not too certain he would want her to.
"I don't know," he said, doubtfully, crawling into the driver's seat again. "Joan'd never go for something like that!"
"Let's wait and see ... whether Bob made it with her ... shall we?" she suggested. "He's a pretty good stud!"
Somehow, Ed was sure nothing could have happened. He knew his wife too well. She valued the sanctity of marriage too profoundly ... as he himself thought he had until a few minutes ago. Then, the guilt began creeping back into him, poisoning the feelings he had experienced a few moments ago. His decision was made.
No ... I think well make this just a one-shot deal ... a quick him-bam ... thank you ma'am! he thought silently to himself as he stepped on the gas and put the car in motion.
When Ed and Lita returned to the house, it was obvious that Bob had made his pass at Joan and he had struck out. Joan was going to remain true to her husband. Ed was proud of her for resisting such an obviously handsome and virile looking young man, but at the same time he was disappointed because he wanted to get into Lita's cunt again under more comfortable circumstances.
The rest of the evening was rather stilted because Joan could not loosen up and be friendly toward a man who had wanted to fuck her. So Bob and Lita left earlier. Lita had a look of disappointment on her face. Ed had been looking at that face ever since they had arrived back at the house. He was remembering how those lips of hers had wrapped themselves around his cock and how they had sucked him to the point of absolute ecstasy. No ... he wasn't going to be deprived of those lips on his cock ... he was going to get her to suck him off again and very soon. He didn't give a damn if his wife did find out ... maybe that would loosen her up ... and once she found out about him and Lita, maybe she would let him suck her cunt ... because above everything else in the world now, he wanted to eat his wife's pussy.
Well, that would come around in time ... he would have to call Lita tomorrow and meet her in town for lunch ... that was funny ... they would eat one another for lunch.