Chapter 4

Gino pushed a hack in a resort town in New Jersey. It wasn't the kind of job that he liked, but there wasn't much else that he was able to do and he made a fair living at it. That is, he made a fair living at it during the summer season when the resort drew all the city people who owned bungalows at the beach or spent their two weeks vacation at the various hotels that studded the shore line.

Gino's big problem was with his wife who kept nagging at him to make more money and at the same time wanted him to get a better job with regular hours so that he could spend more time with her. Gino explained to her that he couldn't get a better job because of his lack of education and that she had no right to complain since he loved her very much and was giving her all the things that she wanted without his getting a better job. He even pointed out to her the fact that they owned their own home, which was damned good for a hack driver. But his wife decided that she was going to have her way and that she was going to fight him on the point. The only weapon that she on him. Just holding out her pussy wasn't enough. She would tease him as well. She would walk around the house in very revealing and sexy nightgowns and at night she would rub her tits and cunt up against him and even let her hand rest against his cock. But no matter how he tried she wouldn't let him fuck her. This tactic on the part of Gino's wife had him crawling up the wall and he was walking around with a perpetual hard-on. Her strategy worked against her on the night that Gino picked up a young woman who had put in a call for a cab from the station.

Gino glanced appreciatively at the curvaceous body of the brunette who was easing herself into the back of his cab. Putting her small overnight bag in the trunk, he was just in time to catch a glimpse of the nylon-sheathed sweep of her shapely legs as she glided them inside and closed the door.

That broad sure is a looker! He chuckled, steering the cab down the road. He stole another look at his attractive passenger in the rearview mirror. She was applying lipstick to her full, sensuous lips, using the mirror of her compact, and her heavily made-up eyes were lowered, her long lashes flaring out on her creamy skin. Her lovely hair was swept up in a complicated style, drawn away from her oval face. Gino stared for a moment longer at the fascinating ritual, and then hastily averted his eyes to the road, as she suddenly looked up and returned his gaze in the mirror, her green eyes seeming to penetrate his blushing face.

There was hardly any traffic on the neon-lighted highway and the only break in the monotony was an occasional garishly-lit drive-in.

The depression which had followed his wife's cock teasing was beginning to lift, and he tried to sort out his feelings. He couldn't really blame her for the way she felt about hacking. He knew she was inclined to be a little stuck-up about the whole thing, feeling that a cab driver was just a bit beneath her. Still, he couldn't help that-he had to make a living somehow, and he couldn't think of anything else that would bring in the money he was making now. He resented the fact that she didn't encourage him or give him any help at all. He wouldn't mind that at all, he reflected, if she hadn't been so damn cold to him of late. The memory of her soft, pliant body, eager under his touch just a few minutes before, sent stirrings of pleasure through him. It was so long since he'd fucked her, and he was conscious of a dull ache of desire for her.

In spite of their differences, he really loved her, and wanted to fuck her as much as he had when he married her over two years ago, but he was beginning to lose patience with her and her nagging ways.

"Have you got a light?" the passenger's sultry voice breathed close to him.

Fumbling, he found his butane lighter and reached back with it, flicking it into flame. He caught his breath from the cool tantalizing touch of her fingers on his hand as she steadied it and he felt a cloud of warm smoke on his neck as she exhaled.

"Thank you, Gino," she murmured, and Gino realized she had seen his name on his I.D. tag.

"Have you been in town long, uh, Miss?" Gino heard himself questioning.

"Call me Penny," the young woman purred, her hand touching him caressingly on the shoulder. "No," she continued, "but I'm familiar with this part of Jersey, and I intend staying here for quite some time!"

Gino wondered if he had imagined the tone of teasing suggestiveness in her voice, and felt the heat rising to his face again.

"That's ... that's good, Penny!" he mumbled, aware of her lingering hand, which still rested near his neck.

"I have a summer home at the beach," Penny explained, "and I'm going to spend the rest of the summer there. Of course, I'll be all alone, but maybe you'll come visit me, Gino?"

"I ... ah ... sure...." he finished lamely, unsure as to how he should react to this outspoken woman. Suddenly, he wished the drive was over. He felt increasingly uncomfortable, listening to her ambiguously seductive remarks, and Goddammit, she was a hell of an attractive broad, even if she was in her thirties. The heady, exotic aroma of her perfume wafted across to him, an intoxicating fragrance that curled around in his brain, conjuring up smoldering, exciting images, affecting him like some mystical drug, and making the fire rise from neo mo coc

SOI foi th tx m ai v d I 1 the heated depths of his loins. Pull yourself together, man, he told himself, she's just another fare, and you're acting as if she's ready to jump into bed with you.

"Mmm ... it's very hot in here!" Penny murmured behind him.

"I'll open the window," he replied, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. She had taken off her light summer coat, and Gino could see that she was wearing a thin dress of silk, the same color as her hair, buttoned down the front, and he was just able to catch a glimpse of the firm, full vee which marked the beginning of the swell of her firm, full tits. He thought he could see the faint outline of her nipples against the light fabric, and wondered suddenly if she was wearing a bra.

"That's better," Penny whispered as Gino rolled the window down a few inches.

"Don't you feel hot?" she asked, leaning closer to him.

"No, I-" he began, glancing over his shoulder. His eyes fell to the voluptuous curve of her tits, and a shudder of disbelief convulsed him at what he saw. The blood rushed roaring to his face as he turned his attention back to the road. He just couldn't believe it! She had unbuttoned her dress, until it was open to the waist, and he saw plainly the smooth, firm flesh of the milk-white mounds. What was she trying to do, showing her body like that? He was only flesh and blood-there was only so much a man could take before he'd lose control completely. And God only knew, with her sexy suggestive remarks, her touches, and now this, he had very little control left. Involuntarily, he stole another surreptitious glimpse in the mirror. A wave of dizziness swept over him, and his mouth hinged open as he continued to stare in the rearview panel, oblivious to the road and its dangers. She had completely bared one tit now, and was cupping it in her hand, the soft fleshy mound cradled in the palm, and her long, tapering fingers were gently titillating the pinkish, resilient flesh of the burgeoning nipple.

Oh, God, he moaned, clasping the steering wheel with both hands, tearing his eyes away from the lascivious sight of the half-naked woman in the back of his cab. His hands felt clammy, and he could feel the painful pressure of his prick as it swelled into turgidity, goaded on by the memory, etched like an engraving on his consciousness, of the doughy pliancy of the woman's bared tit. God, how he'd like to take her boobboth of them-and squeeze and knead them, roll and tweak the rosy nipples, sink his teeth into the tender, buttery flesh.

Desperately, he fought for control over the lewd thoughts fomenting in his brain. He forced his eyes to stay glued to the black snakelike length of the road as the powerful cab swallowed it up. He tried to will his pounding cock into subservient flaccidity, but somehow, the nearness of the seductive stranger was like an aphrodisiac and his tormented rod continued to strain painfully for release.

"You're the best-looking man I've come across in this town, Gino," Penny whispered, her full warm lips barely grazing his ear.

"God, Penny, take it easy!" he blurted, beads of perspiration breaking out all over his blushing face.

"I bet you're well-hung too," she went on.

Tumultuous feelings catapulted around inside his wracked frame. He felt like smashing this teasing cunt's face, silencing her lewd insinuations. Who did she think she was, egging him on like this, taunting him with her body, almost seducing him, probably just to pass the time? But at the same time, he wanted to fuck her, he wanted to feel and caress every inch of that incredible body of hers. Hungrily, he imagined the magnificence of her luscious curves exposed to him, the silky feel of her flesh beneath his touch ... he had to have her, he knew that now ... he had to have her, no matter what the circumstances!

"It's the next house on the left ... it won't be long now," Penny whispered and Gino glancing again in the rearview mirror, had to suppress a strangled gasp as his bulging eyes again alighted on the neon-shiny fullness of his passenger's naked tits.

He stepped on the gas. His cock was brutally aching in its aroused desperation and he derived a lewd satisfaction from the largeness of the bulge. Images of his wife's creamy slender body, warm and soft beside him in bed, so close and yet cruelly withheld, flicked with kaleidoscopic vividness through his enflamed brain. She was taunting him too-his own wife using her body as a prize to be won when he played the game her way and now-this bitch in the back seat was teasing him, tormenting him with her double-meaning remarks. Well, he'd show them, he frothed, show them he wasn't to be reckoned lightly with.

Driving like a madman, he careened up the road and then swerved with a sickening screech of brakes into the dimly lit driveway of a lone-standing bungalow.

"Come in and have a nightcap, Gino," Penny invited and needing no second invitation, Gino sprang out of the cab and followed his erst-while passenger. The clear night air brought him a little to his senses, and he began to wonder if he had imagined the suggestive quality in her remarks. Perhaps, he thought bitterly, my being so horny makes me read sex into ordinary conversation.

Penny turned to face him as she fumbled for her key in her small purse and with pounding heart, Gino saw that her dress was hanging open, completely unbuttoned! In the faint light, he could see the eerie gleam of her nylon panties above the rounded curve of her long legs.

Gino was aware of her eyes on his still-writhing prick, an urgent bulge against the material of his pants. And then her hand reached out to the hardness of it and brushed coolly against it. A growl began far down in his throat as he felt the electrical touch of her sinuous fingers on his burning crotch..

"Mmm ... I can tell you do have a nice, big cock!" she droned, her eyes half-closing in dreamy torpor.

Suddenly, Gino could stand it no longer. All his pent-up anger, frustration, humiliation even at being the plaything of first one woman, his wife, and now this near-stranger, boiled up to the surface, and with a savage snarl, he reached out for the teasing, tantalizing half-dressed woman in front of him, and grabbed her to him.

"In here!" she hissed and she led him a few steps into the unlocked summer porch. The screens admitted the evening air, and Gino could feel the coldness of the vinyl tiles as they sank to the floor. The woman's body was heated and fervent against him and he showered hungry, eager kisses over her face, her neck, her throat as his hands roamed in febrile haste over the suppleness of her body, tearing away the flimsy covering of her panties. The musky feminine odor of her permeated his being, increasing his desire for her. In lustful abandon, he tore away the encumbering items of his garments-ripping off the buttons of his shirt in his speed, rolling down his pants and removing them and his shoes and socks in one desperate movement. Then he smashed his lips down on hers, feeling their luscious pliancy respond instantly, and their tongues joyously found each other, dancing and writhing with each other in a mad tango of mounting passion.

Gino shivered as Penny ran her hands expertly up and down the sinewy plane of his back, probing and exploring the erogenous areas of his frame-the curve of his neck, the stretch of his flanks, the hollows of his buttocks. He felt his body melt from the deep-freeze imposed by his wife, and Penny's practiced diligent hands were the thawing agent. Gino pressed the full length of his body against hers, cupping his hands under the firm, full moons of her buttocks, pulling her loins up towards him. He could see the dark triangle of her pubic curls, gleaming like quicksilver as they meshed with his own dark, crisp wisps.

"Oh, God, you feel good," Penny moaned, and her unabashed appreciation was like balm on his wounded libido. She reached her hand down and grasped the engorged length of his throbbing dick, and began to rotate it up and down around the wet, pulsating folds of her pussy split, lubricating the palpitating hardness with the excited secretion of her softly squirming twat. The titillating feel of her soft, feminine flesh against the hard rubbery head of his cock sent scurries of pleasure racing through him, increasing the pressure in his passion-wracked balls. Flexing his hips with an urgent thrust, Gino drove the steady, rock-hard length of his member straight at the steaming entrance of her waiting cuntal valley.

"Arrgggghhhhh," she gasped as the mouth of her eagerly pulsating pussy flowered open and swallowed the plunging rod until the entire length of it was buried in the warm hungry depths up between her legs.

"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, "that's the way I like it, lover!"

Gino ground his pelvis into the vibrantly responsive body of the woman beneath him and he began to fuck into her with long, measured strokes. Penny returned thrust for thrust, driving her hungrily clasping pussy up to meet his downward plunges in an instinctive heathen rhythm.

A strange primitive joy captured Gino and he felt a freedom unlike anything he had ever experienced before. This feeling of liberty was a heady one-the natural abandonment of fucking and being fucked by a skillful, imprudish woman was a shot in the arm for him, infusing him with new vigour.

"Put your finger in my ass," she hissed. Gino, completely enslaved by the power of this older woman's complete sexuality, dazedly reached down and searched with his middle finger between the soft quivering orbs of her buttocks. He found the tiny puckered lips of her shithole, and teased at it experimentally, until the tight crinkled little ring popped and gave way and he was able to worm his finger in to the first knuckle.

A painful shudder spasmed through the woman but she groaned aloud and with a slight grunt, pushed her buttocks back on his finger, readily impaling herself on the painful intruder. Gino revolved his finger around against the tight rubbery walls reveling in this novel act, feeling her hotly clinging shit passage contract and loosen in a convulsive rhythm of desire.

"Oooohhhhh ... I like it, I like it...." she moane ' mildly, twisting and squirming under the pleasurable intensity of the double skewering of her asshole and cunt.

Pleasure was building up with gathering tumult in his cum-bloated balls and he knew he would shoot soon. He wanted to prolong this exquisite pleasure as long as possible, but the incredible expertise with which Penny milked his pumping prick was whipping him up to incredible frenzy, and he knew that she, too, sought to achieve her orgasmic release.

Suddenly, her body was quivering with unprecedented fury and harsh, sobbing moans were emanating from her throat.

"Agh! Agh! Aghhhhh! I'm CUUUUMMMMMIINNNGGGG!!!" she screamed, battering her widespread cunt against the jack-hammering drives of Gino's pelvis. Her body tossed and cavorted in incredible lust, and her earthshaking movements of uncontrolled passion unleashed the crescendoing violence of his own imminent release. The convergence of lust and passion in his demented balls triggered the eruption of the hot milky seed which rushed in a roiling galaxy to spew frenetically into Penny's hotly suctioning depths, milking and coaxing until there was nothing left-nothing but a dreamy euphoria which lulled him into a sensuous twilight sleep.

"Oh, God, Gino, that was wonderful!" he heard her sigh. A new feeling of power and masculinity surged through him on hearing her words.

"You're a hell of a woman, Penny!" he answered appreciatively. It was true; she had shown him a new dimension in the world of sensual pleasure and he was floating on the waves of supreme satisfaction. He resolutely cleared his mind of the guilty, unbidden thoughts of his wife which tried to creep into his head. After fucking his wife, he usually felt only a vague sense of incompleteness, inadequacy even. She didn't know how to please a man, like Penny did. He had responded in a very hitherto unparalleled way with Penny, and in a way he had never come near to emulating with his wife.

"And I hope you'll come and see me again soon," Penny was saying, penetrating in on his thoughts. Her fingers were toying lightly with his hip, and her lust-dimmed eyes were riveted on the semierect expanse of his awakening prick.

"Yes...." he murmured, "hell, yes, 111 be back very, very soon...." flattening her lush ripe body once more back against the tiled floor of the summer porch.

Gino tensed himself, expectant of the storm of guilt and remorse which he felt sure would deluge him. It came, but not with the vengeful fury he expected. He did feel a pang of conscience at the clear realization that he had just fucked another woman, and derived such incredible unbelievable pleasure out of it. An image of his wife rose up in his mind, and almost to his stupefaction, he was able to scrutinize this picture of his beautiful young wife, almost with detachment. His mind's eye roved idly over the milky curves of her luscious young body, so sensuously alluring, her long blonde hair, a golden cloud which titillated him when he felt it on his naked body, her perfect oval face, startling in its loveliness. Almost callously, he mentally compared her to the body of the lustful woman who was slightly dozing beside him. Her lovely curves, more ample but yet just as provocative compared very favorably with his wife's, and Penny's face had an enticing look of experienced sensuality which his wife lacked.

Gino thought again of the intensely arousing pleasure he had just experienced in the arms of the buttery skinned siren beside him, and a shiver of vicarious delight rippled through him. Christ, he'd never experienced anything like it. He felt as if she had taken him on a trip out of this world, and he had decided that he never wanted to come back. He had almost forgotten that such pleasure existed-all his life lately seemed to be bound up in his wife's hang-ups, her inhibitions, and even though he could get excitingly, excrutiatingly aroused by the tantalizing touch and look of his wife's glorious young body, he never seemed to get anywhere. There was something missing in their relationship-he didn't doubt that-but what? Was it that she lacked experience, he wondered. But surely I should be able to counter that, he retorted to himself, it's my place to teach her, show her....

He felt Penny stir beside him, and a warm haze of well-being seared through him. Penny was no problem in that respect, he chuckled to himself. Damn, he'd never known a woman who fucked like she just did. She was like a goddess made for love, for sensual excitement. His breath caught in his throat as he looked at her. She was stretched out on the floor, her opulent body a glimmering streak on a dark background. Her sumptuous flesh had an ethereal quality that made Gino hesitate to reach out and touch it, although it seemed to him that every sense ached to do so. The pinkish brown crests of her lemon-colored tits contrasted delicately with the smooth peaks, and Gino's entranced gaze followed the superb line of her curvaceous hip, to the apex of his attention, where the dark colored pelt of her pubic mound sprouted in a vee between the clamped together columns of her long, shapely legs. The enticing spot drew his eyes like a magnet, and as if aware of the dynamic attention focused on the erogenous area, Penny shifted slightly, parting her satiny thighs a little, revealing a faint glimmer of naked pink flesh beneath the dark fringe.

Gino felt his throat go arid and he was conscious of his involuntary gulping action. His eyes began to water from the strain of his unwavering stare, and he felt that at any minute he might go berserk and throw himself on the helpless woman.

His eyes travelled back to her face and astonished, he saw that she was looking at him.

"Like what you see, baby?" she drawled, a sensual smile spreading over her relaxed countenance.

"Oh, God, Penny...." he barely managed to gasp.

"Well, I like what I see, and what I got!" she laughed, her hand reaching out and just barely touching the half-flaccid bulge of his cock. Her touch was like a searing poker on his naked flesh and he was amazed to feel that his dormant cock was beginning to rise into virility again. Her touch was like magic on his sleeping member and he looked at her in reverent awe.

"Penny, I ... I've never known anyone like you before!" he stammered, embarrassed about his tongue-tiedness.

"Well, you're quite a man yourself!" she smiled, her fingers playing lightly on his tortured flesh.

I like this guy, Penny mused to herself, and he's pretty good in the sack, too! She glanced appreciatively over his hard, lean body, appraising his rugged masculinity, her scrutinizing eyes darting back continuously to the no longer inert bundle she was absent-mindedly caressing. It always gave her a thrill, no matter how many times she had done it, to see and feel a wonderful male cock grow and expand under her touch-a feeling of power, really, that she could work such a miracle. She couldn't help feeling a little sorry for Gino, guessing that things weren't going too well at home. She knew that he was probably feeling a pang or two of guilt, and wondered idly what kind of wife he had. One thing's for sure, she mused, she should hold on to this husband of hers-he's much, much too good to lose!

Gino lay back against a porch chair, his eyes closed, basking in the wonderful torpor which was spreading through him from the hypnotic, caressing strokes of the woman's fingers on his enervated dong. The cool digits were like ice against the burning heat of his throbbing flesh, and he could feel the tumultuous churning in his balls, which he thought had been tranquilized for quite some time by the incredible release he had experienced not long before. But now it seemed as if they were clamoring for further stimulation, further exquisite freedom. As if reading his thoughts, Penny's hand slipped down and cupped the mutinous sac in her soft palm, and Gino thought that they would jump out of her grasp from the electrifying jolt that chasmed through them at the sudden, delicious contact.

With a stifled gasp of disappointment, Gino felt his rolling cock released and suddenly they felt more exposed, more naked than they had ever been before. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes, and stared in disbelief, as he saw Penny's soft hair dipping down to his tormented loins. Once more, her fingers closed around the thick stem of his prick, and then, a strangled moan tore from his lips as he felt the unbelievable, dizzying touch of her tongue on the head of his hotly throbbing shaft! He couldn't believe it! She was kissing him there, kissing his cock!

Further sighs of pleasure issued from his dry throat as her luscious wet tongue snaked up and down and around the palpitating length of his elongated prick, bathing it with her warm salival juices, warming it with her heavenly scented breath, coaxing and teasing it with her full, ripe lips. Then she had enclosed it in her mouth completely, her firm lips tightening around the stamen, below the mushrooming flesh of the hard rubbery head. The exquisite pressure that she was exerting on the rigid circumference thrilled him beyond belief, and then, when he felt the tip of her diligent tongue flitting in and out of the narrow slit at the top of the throbbing, spongy head, he could not surpress a wild expression of jubilation.

"AAAhhhhhh ... oh, God, that's wonderful, Penny ... Christ, it feels so ... so fantastic!"

Penny warmed to her task, exhilarated by Gino's excited remarks. She enclosed more and more of the hard, pulsating length of his shaft in her warm, soft mouth, swirling her tongue in and around the heated flesh, feeling the veinous underside pulsing wildly against her organ, and running her teeth up and down the top side, feeling them grate teasingly against the aroused flesh. The dark curls of his pubic hair brushed against her face and she inhaled his exciting male odor, which went to her head with intoxicating force. Eagerly, she continued to pump at the softness of his balls, squeezing in time to her frenzied tongue caresses, working up a froth of passion in herself and in the crazea ooay 01 her companion.

Gino felt as if his entire body was inflamed with the fires of lust. It was so long since anything remotely like this had happened to him-he had long since given up hope, let alone attempts to encourage his wife to perform this incredible act on him. But somehow, the very thought of kissing his prick, enclosing it in her mouth, was utterly repugnant to his wife, and Gino felt a flush of mortification creep over him even now as he remembered the shambles of such efforts on his part to get his wife to try. Nothing but shame and embarrassment and hot words ever ensued from such encounters and Gino had all but resigned himself to a life minus this incredible sensation.

But now-the impossible had happened, and this voluptuous woman was kissing, sucking, slavering over his delighted prick, and was obviously reveling in it herself. He could see her graceful body twitching and writhing as she worked over his burgeoning cock, and he was filled with new desire for her. The nearness of her body was an added aphrodisiac and automatically his hands went out and grasped the curvy firmness of her molded hips, his fingers digging into the soft, delftlike flesh, feeling the vibrancy of her passion. He could see the gleam of her pubic fleece and beneath it the faint sheen of her moist delicate pussy. Her thighs were slightly parted and Gino longed to kiss and stroke the soft velvety flesh in between them.

Mesmerized by the proximity of her incomperable femininity, he knew suddenly what he wanted to do. With a savage, animal-like groan, he pulled her closer to him, pulling her off balance, causing her to release his inflated prick from the warmly sucking sanctuary of her buttery mouth.

Relentlessly, he maneuvered the surprised woman, his hands like talons in her yielding flesh, drawing the womanly curves of her pelvis closer to him. His eyes were bulging out of his head and his breath was ragged and uneven like a cornered stag as he positioned the unresisting woman until her erotically flaring hips were level with his perspiring face. With a savage-sounding snarl, he wrenched her cream-white thighs apart, startling her into emitting a little gasp, and exposing the enticing plane of her luscious pussy to his avaricious view. He drew in his breath at the tantalizing sight, taking in every detail of the pink, gently-throbbing furrow. The dark-fringed outer lips were swollen in arousal, and were quivering like a frightened doe, and they richly framed the small, fluted inner lips which gleamed a faint mauve. The small, clasping hole which they surrounded was petal-shaped, a chiffony pink, and above it, the tiny red tip of her clitoris was barely visible. Gino lowered his eager face to the intriguing sight, glorying in the musky female redolence which wafted out to meet him, and then, as if in slow motion, he placed a thumb on the hair-lined protective folds and tentatively drew them apart, revealing still more of her feminine secrets to his lascivious gaze.

He poised for a split second more above the breathtaking sight, and then flicked out with his tongue and swiped it along the full length of the pulsing ridge.

"Mmmmmm," Penny sighed, "your tongue feels so good on my pussy."

Gino swirled it in and out of the moist steamy recesses, delighting in the nectarine sweetness of her creases and crevices, probing and burrowing deeper and deeper, as if he wished to get to the very bottom of the well of her womanhood.

Penny began to grind her pussy up against his downstroking tongue, her whole body taking on a sensual undulating rhythm.

"Oh, Gino, that's it ... it's so good...." she moaned through gritted teeth as he began to dab rhythmically at the warmly contracting opening to her naked cunt.

Abruptly, he plunged his stiffened tongue straight into the burning orifice, feeling the heated walls close in greedily on his plummeting organ.

"Aaaaggghhhhh," Penny gasped, squirming forward and screwing her hungry eager pussy down on the searching tongue. It seemed as if he plunged down to her very depths, as if his relentless tongue went on and on undaunted in its purpose, indomitable in its superlative donation of pleasure and more pleasure. He rotated it around inside her, encouraging her inner tissue to flex in return, establishing a diminutive rhythm of its own in her dark, pulsating interior.

And mindless with pleasure, Penny returned to her interrupted task, seizing the still rigid rod in her mouth and doubling her efforts, determined to give back as much of the delectable sensations as she was getting.

Is this really happening? The weird thought flashed through Gino's dazed mind as he continued the teasing swirlings of his tongue. He felt as if inner forces were at work in the insatiable channel of Penny's pussy to capture permanently and wrench from its moorings his unceasing tongue. The membrane of her cuntal canal closed in so fiercely on his organ that he felt every pulsebeat transmitted from her body to her twat reverberated on his piteous weapon. The flanges of her cunt -rimmed his nose, making breathing difficult and his own labored breath returned in warm smothering clouds from the moistly sucking confines of her pussy. Her thighs, too, grasped his head like a vise, trapping him in his groveling position, cutting him off from everything but the overpowering reality of her cunt. A sense of total exhilaration had possession of him, making him feel as if he had wings. He could hardly believe that it was really himself who was a partner in this wanton sixty-nining with a near-stranger; that it was he who was kissing and licking this incredible woman's vibrant, demanding pussy while she in turn was sucking so hungrily on his cock! But it was true! Or else he wouldn't be consumed by such overpowering flames of intense excitation which threatened to sweep him off his feet and turn him into a raging inferno of devouring lust.

Demented, he entrapped the little button of

Penny's turgid clitoris between his teeth, holding it there, while his tongue wrecked passionate havoc on the sensitive little tip, causing uncontrollable shudders to convulse through Penny, and making her gasp and sob around the burgeoning pole of his prick, still firmly clenched between her tightly locked lips.

In a frenzy of excitement, Penny ran her tongue over the squirming softness of Gino's rebuilding balls, coating them with her saliva, gnawing at them with her teeth, and then teasing the tiny wet tip down between his buttocks, dabbing at the tiny, sensitive mouth of his asshole, sending ripple after chill of obscene pleasure careening through him.

Their bodies were welded together, fused completely at either end, and curved like a bow in the middle. They rocked and flailed about in unison, creating new thrills and fresh sensations in their perspiration-coated bodies. Their two tongues worked as one, dipping, sucking, swirling, licking, driving their tormented genitals into an even greater frenzy of incredible passion.

Since Gino's wife continued to hold out on him, he spent more and more time with Penny until he was fucking and sucking her cunt three and four times a day and several more times every night. It soon became obvious to his wife that something was going on. She suddenly noticed one day that she could rub her tits up against his back when they were in bed and nothing would happen to his cock. She could jerk it up and down for ten minutes and he wouldn't even show signs of getting a hard-on. Her tactic of trying to use sex as a weapon had back fired on her and she knew that Gino was getting his fucking some place else. She decided to follow him one day and Gino was unlucky enough to get caught by his wife while he was sucking Penny's cunt.

His wife caused quite a scene in Penny's bungalow, but it didn't perturb Penny in the least. She continued to fuck for Gino right up until the end of the summer season on the shore and then she left telling Gino that she would see him on the weekends.

Gino's wife in the meantime had gone to Reno and divorced him. This made Gino very sad as he truly loved his wife. He just couldn't make her see that his cheating was her own fault for holding out on his nooky.

It was getting close to Christmas time when Gino was just sitting around the house feeling sorry for himself, when the doorbell rang. Gino got up and opened the door and almost fell over with surprise. It was his wife standing there with her luggage on either side of her. It was cold outside and Gino helped her into the house with her luggage. They stood there looking at one another for a few moments, neither one of them speaking. It was his wife who broke the silence.

"I've come back home, Gino," she said.

"What do you mean?" Gino frowned.

"I mean that I know that it was all my fault and I want you to forgive me and take me back," his wife said pleadingly.

Gino's heart was beating fast. The one woman that he could love in this entire world was begging him to forgive her and take her back. He wanted to jump with joy, but something inside of him told him to play it cool.

"I don't think that it would work out," Gino said. "After all, I couldn't go back to sleeping with a woman who would never let me fuck her."

"Gino," she said quickly, "I promise that I will never say no to you when you want to fuck me again. You can fuck me any time of the day or night, any place and in any way that you want too. Just please, let's get married again."

"Well," Gino hesitated. "I don't know about getting married again...."

"All right," his wife said, quickly, "Don't re-marry me. I'll move in with you without getting married. I just can't live without you."

"All right," Gino said. "Let's try it for a couple of months. If you decide that you want to call it quits, you can. If I decide that I don't want you around, you shove off."

His wife agreed, and they took her luggage up to the master bedroom.

"Just to show you that I mean what I say," Gino's wife said ... and then paused as she got down on her knees in front of Gino and zipped down his fly. She reached inside his trousers and pulled out his flaccid prick. Before he even had time to get a hard-on, his wife was sucking his cock.

Gino was so surprised at her action that he just stood there gawking as his wife sucked his cock into an erection. This was something that they had never done while they were married. This was something that they had argued about time and time again. Now here she was without any urging from him, doing what he had always wanted her to do ... suck his cock. It didn't take her long to get him to cum in her mouth and she swallowed everything that he shot between her lips ... and it was some load that he blew off into her mouth.

"I promise to suck your cock whenever you want me to and you can eat my cunt whenever you get the urge. I won't ever stop you from doing anything that you want to me," his wife promised. "Well see," Gino said.

Two years have passed since his wife returned to him and they have been the best two years of Gino's life. She has never held out on him once. She has never complained about his driving a hack and she has never bitched because he never remarried her. In fact, Gino doesn't intend to remarry her. He realizes that his wife is very insecure in their setup and that she is afraid that he might throw her out at ahy time. So she doesn't do anything to aggravate him. If he says fuck, she fucks ... if he says, suck, she sucks ... whatever he says, she does. He would be a fool to remarry her and mess up their relationship. He even goes over to Penny's place.every now and then and throws a fuck into her. His wife knows about it, but she never says a word. She knows when she is well off.