Chapter 9
When Jerry and Lynn followed Pat into her bedroom, Lynn stopped short. She stood staring at the huge bed, covered with a rich maroon colored spread and dotted with little circles of light that glowed down from small spotlights set flush in the ceiling. On both sides of the room, huge mirrors reflected the bed back and forth in a series of images that stretched to infinity.
"How beautiful, Pat," she breathed. "How terribly sexy!"
"And how expensive," Pat smiled ruefully. "I designed this layout with the hope that it would turn Ray on, and get him so hot from watching himself fuck me in the mirrors that he'd keep going long enough to half-way satisfy me. It didn't work."
It worked for Lynn! She promptly fell to her knees and unzipped Jerry's fly. She tugged him out and had his cock erect in just a few seconds. Her mouth sucked noisily on his hard dick while her eyes stared at the low row of images of her red lips forming a perfect 'O' of pleasure around his rod.
Pat stripped naked and knelt beside Lynn. "Let me have some of him."
The two hot women shared his throbbing cock, trading him back and forth. Jerry's round eyes kept flicking from his reflections down to the two tongues whipping up and down his twitching shaft.
He muttered, "I'm so fucking hot I'm going dingy. I keep hearing bells in my head."
Pat listened, and then impatiently got to her feet. "Who can that be at the door? Keep him going, Lynn. I'll chase them away and be back in a flash."
Pat slipped into a pink nylon gown that swirled around her figure like a fluffy cloud. She turned on the small lamp on the bar and opened the front door.
"Good evening, Mrs. Jordan," her caller said. He smiled and briskly strode into the room. His quick glance took in the deep shadowy valley between her breasts, only half covered by the filmy gown.
"Sorry to call so late. I own so many homes like this one, I have to get around to checking them whenever I can. Like to see which rooms need repainting."
Pat smiled sweetly. "Well, it is hard to say 'no' to the landlord, but it is late. And I have guests."
Just then Lynn's long wail of pleasure echoed through the house. His eyes narrowed, and then he grinned widely. Pat felt her face growing hot. She tugged the robe closed a bit and turned, in confusion, to mix him a drink at the bar.
"I am truly sorry about the interruption. Why don't I just quickly check through the house and note what I'd like the painters to do, then I'll be gone."
Pat's hand trembled when she poured the whiskey. Her robe kept falling open. She had thought about the handsome man many times after he'd rented the house to them. His face would float before her eyes when she was getting off with her dildo, before she got so wonderfully fucked by the wrecker driver, and cut loose on her search for pussy satisfaction. Now he was standing looking at her with amusement in his wide brown eyes, sipping his drink.
Pat sat down on the end of the sofa and smiled up at him. "The place is yours, Mr. Hoffman. I'll wait here while you check around, if you don't mind." The robe slid off her bare legs. She made no attempt to cover up. Little wheels were spinning in her head.
"You've had no problems with the house?" he questioned her, sitting quite close.
Pat decided to tell him the truth about her situation. She found her story growing long...." and so," she finally concluded quietly, "if Ray and I separate, and it seems likely, I'd have trouble paying the rent on a place so large. I hate to burden you with my troubles, but...."
His hand patted her bare knee. Her nipples promptly began to grow firm under her gown.
"There will be no problems, Mrs. Jordan. At the worst, I own apartments near here where the rent is rather low. All you have to do is call me. Meanwhile, if there is any way I can help...." He sat smiling at her. Waiting.
Pat leaned back and crossed her long legs. The robe slithered away, revealing a tiny tuft of blonde hair showing between her curving thighs. Lynn's steady panting wasn't doing much to help her think clearly. He kept cocking his head and listening to the erotic sounds drifting down the stairs.
"Most of my needs are being met," Pat told him.
"But not all," he interrupted quickly. His hand brushed over the back of her neck.
Pat covered her erect nipples with her arm. I could do much worse than Roger Hoffman, she thought to herself. She knew he was very wealthy. About her age. His quick smile and easy, relaxed manner made talking with him most pleasant. But she did feel completely naked, and aroused, the way his eyes kept wandering over the hills and valleys of her figure. His hand stroking the back of her neck made her so darn hot she felt she would melt and run down into the sofa cushions if he didn't stop. Not that she wanted him to.
"Be back in just a minute," he said, standing up abruptly. "Don't move."
Pat did, though. She mixed herself a strong drink and cuddled up on the sofa while he walked through the downstairs rooms and scribbled quick notes to himself. He was upstairs quite a while, and when he came down the long flight, Pat's tummy did a quick flip. The erection bulging in his slacks looked large enough to make her wonder if she could handle him. If things worked out that wayand she intended they should!
He shoved his hard cock around in his shorts before he sat down beside her and took the drink she extended to him.
"Your ... um ... guests were not disturbed. They didn't even know I was there." He took a long drink. "Jesus!" he blurted out. "She screws like tomorrow just isn't ever going to come. Like she was starved for cock."
Pat smiled softly. "I have been known to act that way, myself. With the right provocation."
She had deliberately loosened the tie around her waist. When she leaned toward him, her tits almost escaped from the pink nylon.
His hand caressed the back of her neck. Her hand came to rest, lightly, on his leg. He leaned over, his lips brushing against her hot cheek.
He said, "It's only fair to tell you ... ummm ... I sometimes have trouble with women," he said.
"It can't be that it doesn't come up," Pat teased.
He grinned broadly. "No. It isn't that. As you've noticed, I'm sure. But, sometimes ... well, I'm built rather large."
"How large?" Pat asked quickly.
"If I don't get too turned on, about nine inches."
"Oh!"
Now she was sure it was going to be a while before Jerry and Lynn saw her. Just before their lips met, she whispered, "I'll try not to get you too turned on." How I lie, she thought.
His kiss was warm. Sweet. Long. His tongue flicked over her parted lips and darted inside. Her nipple rose stiffly under the pressure of his hand cupping her bare boob. Pat sighed softly and leaned back. His tongue trailed down her neck and dragged with tantalizing slowness over her flinty nipple tip. He slid down to his knees, his elbow brushing her legs apart.
"The scent of your hot cunt is driving me batty," he groaned. Pat spread her legs and eased forward on the cushion. His fingertips brushed down between her thighs, spreading her wide open. He stared hotly at her tiny pink clit pushing up out of her moist cunt lips. With a low groan, he covered her pussy with his open mouth. He ate her with all the loving tenderness that Larry had shown, but his tongue stretched even farther into the wetness of her quivering tunnel.
"Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Mmmmmm," Pat heard herself purring. She was so hot she was determined they were going to fuck all night long, no matter how big he might get or how much it may hurt to take his cock. Nine inches! She shuddered deliciously, just the thought of having so big a cock inside her making her come with quick little fluttering motions of her cunt walls.
He pulled her toward him, lifting her knees up to her breasts. His tongue made her gasp with pleasure, licking from her tingling clit between her cunt lips, down into her warm ass, flickering into her quivering brown asshole, back up to her clit that stood up so eagerly for his touch.
Pat abandoned herself completely to the delights of being eaten by such an expert pussy man. Her hips rolled smoothly under the lapping pressure of his tongue. Her fingers trailed down over her clit, tugging it up and out for him to suck. Little hot flashes zipped and zinged through her writhing body.
She moaned, "Oh God! I don't care if we ever get around to fucking. Tonight, that is. Eat me, Roger. Eat me. Eat me. You are so fantastic with your tongue!"
He lifted his head and flashed a quick smile. "Your cunt is so hot and alive, I can't believe it. You taste as sweet as honey in there."
His thumb sank deeply into her cunt. She felt his middle finger press against her tight asshole. Then his thumb and finger squeezed together and worked in her cunt and bottom while his tongue made her shake as though she were freezing cold, flicking back and forth over her swollen clit.
"I'm coming, Roger. Coming, coming, coming!" she chanted. Every time the word slipped out, her hips rocked against the teasing drag of his fingers sliding in and out of her holes. Her hands squeezed her aching breasts. Her eyes were wet with tears of passion. If only her husband would make love to her this way! She'd never let him out of the house. They would happily starve to death, fucking their lives away on their big bed.
He released her and stood up, reaching for his zipper. Pat fell to her knees in front of him, her hands brushing his away from his cock.
"Let me take him out," she pleaded. Her shaking fingers tugged his trousers open and reached inside. "Oh. It won't come out. It's so big and it's stuck in there!"
Her hands ripped the top button off his pants. She pushed his shirt up his stomach and knelt, wide-eyed, staring at the huge cock that was pointing straight at her mouth.
"Oh. Oh, my!" she breathed. Her hands closed around his pulsing monster. He moved toward her, brushing his enormous cocktip back and forth over her parting lips. Gently, he nudged it partly inside. Her jaws opened achingly wide. She could not take all of him. Not nearly enough! She whimpered. He was so damn big and wide and long!
Roger stepped back, shrugging out of his shirt. His hand swept the ash trays and magazines from the long coffee table in front of her sofa. He lay down on his back on the polished wood.
"Stand over me. Slide my cock up and down against your cunt. Get me wet. It will be easier to take me."
Pat spread her feet, slowly lowering her pussy over his tool until the head nestled between her lips. She felt the hot pressure of his hardness opening her cunthole. It stretched. And stretched!
"Aaaaaahhh," she sighed. "I feel so damn weak. I can hardly stand up. It's going in. Ooooooo! It's splitting me in two."
She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to ease down on him, feeling him penetrating her spasming cunthole farther and farther. Pat bent her head down, and gasped when she saw how much cock was still waiting to slide into her cunt.
He said quietly, "You can take it. Really. Try to relax. Move up and down. Slowly. Once it's all the way in, you'll love it."
His hands closed around her thighs, pulling her down. She groaned, but now she was sitting on his legs. She could feel her muscles ease their quivering tension. Just a little.
"Do I ... do I have it all in me now?" she whispered. "I'm afraid to move very much. Or even look."
She leaned back a little. Her hands pressed down on her stomach. She could feel him swelling inside of her. She gasped, and lay down on him. Weakly. "Uh! There. That's a little better."
His hips began sliding his immense cock in and out of her quivering, packed hole. After a few strokes, it was easier! Her cunt adjusted to him. She could feel his rigid cockhead against the very bottom of her tunnel. Her hand slid between their bodies to feel her cunt lips stretched tightly around his prong. Her clit felt numb. In shock.
"Ummmm," Pat crooned softly. "I have never ever felt anything like this. You ... you do it to me, Roger. I'm just going to hang on to you. I'm too chicken to move much."
He chuckled. "Told you I had trouble with women. Get up a minute. Sit on the sofa. I'll get between your legs. You can hold it, and work my cock however it feels best to you."
A moment later, she sighed, "That's better. You ... you're not going to come, are you?"
Her voice sounded high pitched to her. Like a little girl pleading to have her cherry taken, but hoping it wouldn't hurt her too much.
Now he was easing in and out of her packed cunt, with long, smooth strokes. She saw a hot flush of color spreading over his broad chest and traveling up his neck to his drawn face. His eyes were misty and dreamy looking. How he loved to fuck. Too! She knew every nerve in his body was strung out tautly. She realized she often screwed with her eyes closed, concentrating on getting off time after time. But with Roger, she didn't want to come. She didn't want him to come, either. She wanted to fuck forever. She was fascinated by the man and his cock, and by the way he fucked her so thoroughly but so gently. Her hands rested softly on his strong thighs, feeling the muscles working, feeling the tension building in him.
Pat whispered, "Don't come. Please don't come. This is too wonderful to end. Even for a little while. Keep fucking me. Keep fucking ... fucking ... fucking ... fucking."
With no warning at all, her orgasm suddenly lifted her up off the sofa and mashed her tits against his chest. It took her breath away. It left her pale and gasping as his cock pushed into her hole and he began lunging in and out, faster and faster. She felt like she was on fire! His cock suddenly erupted, seeming to swell twice as thick inside her. The hot lava heat from his cum spread out and down her thighs and up through her quivering stomach.
He did not stop! To her joy, his cock slid more easily, dragging his cum out of her pussy to trickle down into her open ass cheeks. He seemed to grow even bigger. His balls slapped against her wet flesh. The sound drove Pat right out of her mind!
"Fuck me, Roger!! Oooooo FUCK ME!"
His hands lifted her knees up to her chest. He rammed into her snatch, his cock squishing erotically, pumping his cum out around his wide shaft. He suddenly pulled out, and knelt down to suck hungrily on her pussy. He lapped her flowing slit, pulling her cheeks open and running his tongue down the wet path to her asshole. She rocked back and forth, moaning and coming again as he tongue fucked her.
"Uh ... what are you doing?" she gasped. He had moved away and was pulling her down and turning her over so she lay with her stomach on the cushion and her knees wide apart on the floor.
"Shove back. Open up!" His massive cock stretched her soft asscheeks wider and wider apart until she felt she would split open. His huge, throbbing tool was suddenly gone! Completely up her tight, aching asshole! There was no more cock to take!
"Oh, mother, mother," she moaned. "That hurts. But it hurts so damn good. Ummmm. Ummmmm. Ummmmm."
She tried desperately to relax. To just lie on her stomach and let him fuck her ass, spreading her knees wide. She heard him begin to rumble his pleasure, deep in his throat. His cock fucked into the tender flesh of her hot butt. Soft groans of delight escaped his lips. He thrust forward, sliding his hand down underneath to her pussy slit. He felt his cum and her flowing juice seeping out to cover her pussy hair as it brushed teasingly against his balls swinging down against her cunt.
His eyes locked on his hard tool disappearing completely into the snug opening between the twin cheeks of her ass. He groaned, drawing himself out slightly and watching her tender pink assflesh pulling out with him, then disappearing again back inside with his inward plunge. He picked up the pace, reaming into her asshole with a wild rhythm, in and out, in and out, deep up into the warm clasping hole of her quivering ass.
Pat dug her nails into her palms and bit at her lower lip. She felt his cock was coming clear up through her body. She knew a fresh tide of excitement, wanting his massive rod buried deeper and even harder in the channel of her ass. She reached down to feel his swinging balls. She wanted to feel his hot load surge into her straining butt. Pat moaned and added to his building pressure with quick, snapping movements of her hot ass. She panted hoarsely.
"Jesus! Fuck my ass. Fuck it harder. Fuck it!!"
"You love getting your cock this way, don't you?" he gasped. "You love me to fuck your ass."
"Yes! Yes, I love it," she screamed. "Whip me. Slap me. Hurt me! I'm going crazy, I'm so fucking hot. Uh ... you're coming! Commmiiinnnggg!"
"Wiggle your ass. Keep moving. Fuck me back," he grated harshly. His control had vanished. He smashed his cock into her asshole, coming with great spurts of red-hot juice, drowning her flaming butt with an ocean of raging cum.
"Aaaahhh! Eeeegghhh!" Pat whimpered, wincing with every hard slap of his hand across her butt cheeks as his cock emptied into her. He jerked out of her ass and whipped his rod deep into her cunt, still coming and coming. His finger jammed down over her clit, rubbing her into a wild orgasm that made hot tears spill down her flushed face. Then, suddenly, he was out of her, falling back on the rug, holding his tool with both hands.
With a calmness that was hard for her to believe, he said very quietly, "Well now. So much for Round One. Want to rest a bit, or are you all ready to go again?"
Pat slid down to the floor, staring at him. And at his cock. It was still erect!
"I don't believe all this," she muttered in awe. "Where have you been all my life? Christ, I never thought I could take you up my cunt even. But you fuck so beautifully you even reamed the hell out of my poor asshole, and I loved every stroke! And you kiss me, and love me, and beat me and pound my sore asshole-you are an unbelievable lover. A perfect lover!"
Her shaking hands wiped the sweat from her face. He pulled her to her feet and said softly, "Why don't we hit the shower? And do it some more. And by the way, you should introduce me to your guests. Just common courtesy. Right?"