Chapter 10
"Well! Where the hell did they go?" Pat asked. The bedroom was empty! Pat and Roger stood naked on the deep rug, drying off with the bath towels they carried in with them.
"If they are as hungry as I am, they are downstairs, raiding the refrigerator," Roger grinned. "Let's go look."
Pat shook her head and laughed. "Food was the last thing I was thinking about. I'm sorry, Roger. I'm a terrible hostess."
"No apology needed. If you can cook as well as you fuck, I'll try to have your husband transferred to Alaska, and move in with you."
She asked, hopefully, "Are you serious?"
He pulled her to him, his long cock pressing against her cunt mound. His tongue probed into her soft wet mouth. Her asshole tingled under the teasing pressure of his fingertip.
"Now that I've said the words, they sound pretty good to me," he said. "Let's give this some time, and see what happens to us. Now, how about some food?"
When they padded into the kitchen, the aroma of hamburgers grilling on a charcoal fire teased their nostrils. Jerry and Lynn were standing stark naked in the small patio just outside the door.
"Figured you would be ready to chow down, after what we saw you two doing on the sofa," Lynn smiled at Pat.
Her eyes fastened on Roger's cock swinging as he pushed the door open and strode out to shake her hand. "Oh, my!" she gasped. She glanced at Pat. "Did you take all that in you?"
Pat nodded happily, and hugged Lynn. "And I loved every wonderful stroke. Just you wait!"
Jerry looked doubtfully at Roger's huge tool. "You won't be able to walk straight for a whole week," he kidded Lynn.
They polished off the burgers very quickly. Lynn ate facing Roger, with her leg flung over the arm of her chair. Her eyes seldom left his long cock draped over his thigh. Her fingers kept twitching.
"Are you going to loan him to me, Pat?" she pleaded. "Just for a few minutes?"
Pat smiled and waved her hand graciously. "It's up to him. And Jerry. But forget that 'few minutes' bit. Not with this man." She leaned over and whispered in Lynn's ear.
"Oh, oh," Lynn giggled happily. "To have a man like him for a neighbor...."
"Would have me wandering around our house all alone, just jacking off," Jerry finished for her. But he smiled when his horny wife skipped over to perch on Roger's lap, facing him. Her tiny hands urged his tool into throbbing life. It stood up between her legs like a pole, almost touching her small breasts. She kept moving her hips and rubbing her open cunt against his hardness.
"Whewiee!" she muttered to herself. "Where will I ever put all this cock?"
She found out, five minutes later. Upstairs, on the big bed, under the tiny spotlights glowing down on her.
Jerry stood beside the bed, his dick hard as a rock. He leaned over to watch Lynn's slim-legs open and her thin little cunt lips stretch to let Roger's thick prick push into her cunt.
"I would never have thought she could handle all that," he said to himself. "Ouch! Easy, Pat. Don't suck quite so hard."
Pat pushed him down on the bed beside the hot body of his wife who was moaning steadily as Roger's heavy cock drilled into her. Jerry's dick seemed so small in her mouth, but he tasted delicious. Pat kept purring and licking and sucking. She moved over closer to Roger and lewdly opened her legs, shoving her cunt within easy reach of his hand. She bit down hard on Jerry when her body jerked from the thrill of Roger's strong finger pushing into her tender cunthole.
No one said a word. The room was filled with Lynn's steady panting and the slippery squish of Pat's cunt clamping down around the intruding fingers. She moaned softly when Lynn's hand crept over her thigh and down to her open pussy. The two fingers now probing her cunt made her whimper with little gasps of estatic joy.
"Aaaaarrrggghhh!" Jerry suddenly groaned. His cock jerked wildly in Pat's mouth, trying hard to come. He could squirt only a few small drops. She guessed his wife had drained him while she and Roger were madly fucking in the living room. He eased away from Pat, holding his dick. His eyes watched the mirrored images of Lynn's shapely legs waving in the air as her hips rolled under the steady thrusts of Roger's heavy prong.
"I'm watching ninety-eight miles of cock fucking my wife's pussy," he muttered. "Don't see how she takes all that dick."
Pat was much too hot to just lie and watch. She pushed the panting girl over on her side and slid underneath her, and then pulled Lynn back over on top.
"Fuck us both, Roger. Please. First her, and then me. Switch back and forth. I'm willing to share you, but not a hundred percent. Oh! Yes, yes, yes! Like that. That feels heavenly. I'm empty. And then I'm so full!"
Roger spread their legs, watching his cock dip into first one cunt and then the other. Back and forth. Back and forth. Lynn kept coming over and over again, but each time his thick cock eased in, her cunt grabbed for him and squeezed with all her strength.
He pushed their legs wider and pulled back, holding their pussies double stacked and rubbing his long shaft against their slippery flesh. Pat felt a quick climax ripple through her. Then another! Her clit was red hot from the friction of his hard tool grinding against it, and it stuck out so stiffly that it looked like a tiny bright-pink prick.
"Stay in mejor a minute," Pat pleaded. "I have to get off, really big. Have to! Fuck me. Real hard."
Roger lifted her up off of Lynn and shifted over to slam his heavy tool to the very bottom of her cunt. He fucked steadily, making her grit her teeth and grab her bouncing boobs. He brought her off twice.
The moment Roger pulled out of Pat, Lynn was on him! She straddled his body and sat on his upright pole, forcing it in her slippery snatch with one quick snap of her hips.
"Screw me," she gasped. "You have the greatest cock in the whole fucking world! Do me. Do me. Do me!"
She leaned over and tried to swallow Jerry's stiff dick. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused. Her tiny nipples stood up, brittle and pointed. Her movements became uncoordinated. She was screwing herself out of her mind!
Suddenly she released Jerry's aching dick. Her hands flew up to clutch her breasts. Her hips churned furiously, driving every hard inch of Roger's massive tool in and out of her cunt with awkward, jerking lunges.
"Coming!" she screamed shrilly. "I'm coommiiinngggg!!"
Every muscle in her body tensed. She abruptly sat stock still on Roger, quivering. Her legs snapped open. Shut. Open. Closed again. The color drained from her face. Roger caught her as she swayed, and gently laid her down on the bed beside him.
"Jesus!" Jerry breathed. "I've never seen her come that way. Or pass out." He pulled her close to him, kissing her pale cheeks.
"She'll be okay in a few minutes," Pat told him.
Roger stretched, then massaged his thigh muscles. "You know it's getting light in this room? Must be morning already. And I have a million things to attend to. Including hiring the painters. Pat, let's knock off for a while. I'll call you this evening. The crew should be here around noon. Let them do it all. They'll cover everything so no paint splatters around."
Pat pouted, but decided not to push her luck. "Call me? For sure?"
He playfully rumpled her hair and slid his arm around her. Together they went to the living room, where Pat very regretfully watched his dick disappear behind his fly. Then his heavy Lincoln rumbled down the driveway, and she suddenly felt very lonely.
When Jerry and Lynn went home, she was close to tears. But still hot to screw. And that was the worst of it. Fucking a terrific man like Roger only sharpened her appetite for hard cock.
The painters showed up at the stroke of twelve, but Pat's mood was bitchy. She refused to accept the color of the paint they wanted to use. She angrily told them to come back tomorrow. Her cunt was so itchy she wandered around the lonely house, fingering herself.
"Well, the hell with this," she told her image in her bedroom mirror. "The Buick runs. I'm taking off for the beach."
She struggled into a bright yellow string bikini, her flesh already sticky from the July heat. Her short robe covered her enough to be decent, if she stopped for a cool drink somewhere.
The car spluttered and coughed, but it would not start. Pat swore and slammed the door. It caught her robe and she tore it as she wrenched away.
"This is the last fucking straw," she stormed. She banged the patio gate behind her and ripped off the robe. She ran toward the pool to dunk and cool off, but she tripped over the garden hose and sprawled flat on the coping. Her head crunched against the metal pool ladder. Then everything went black!
Ever so slowly, the gray mist obscuring her vision began to clear. Her eyes fluttered open, to stare dully at the anxious face peering down at her. She was lying on her back on the grass, with her head on the lap of a man she slowly came to recognize as her new neighbor on the other side of her house from Jerry's.
"Are you all right?" he asked. "I was in my yard, puttering around and I heard a funny sound. You were out cold! Lucky you didn't fall in the pool."
Pat tried to sit up, but groaned and fell back, rubbing her head.
"Better lie still a minute," he told her. His hands brushed her hair back from her eyes. She could feel his dick suddenly swelling against the back of her neck. He cleared his throat, but his words stuck there. He eased her head down his legs and off his cock.
"Sorry about that," he mumbled. "You get me excited. I-I haven't held a beautiful woman like you on my lap for ... much too long." He kept flicking nervous glances at his kitchen window, through the vines growing over the chain link fence. "My wife ... is not too sexy. It's been a long time...." his voice trailed off.
Pat smiled a little and turned her head to nestle her cheek against the erection swiftly growing under his brief shorts.
"I understand," she said quietly. "Don't apologize. Be glad you are a man. Oh, yes! Very much a man."
He drew in his breath sharply, looking down past her half-exposed breast at the tip of his cock sneaking down his leg. His body jerked and he coughed nervously when her tongue impulsively flicked out to graze over his dick. He watched, almost in shock, as his erection grew fuller and fuller.
Pat moved her head back and opened her mouth. As his cock grew, it rose higher and higher, trembling against her lips. She gingerly rolled over, very slowly, and eased her mouth down over him.
"Oh, no," he whispered. "You mustn't. My wife ... if she sees you doing this ... oh, fuck her! I don't care. It feels too good!"
Her fingers stole through the bush of gray hair growing above his throbbing prick, teasing him till he was fully erect. He sat there, sweating, with his dick pulsing and leaping as her soft tongue bathed him with loving touches.
His fingers quickly fumbled with his buckle. She tugged his shorts down, never stopping the smooth gliding of her mouth, up and down, up and down. Her head throbbed. She felt dizzy from the hard blow she'd taken, but no mere headache could keep her from sucking his tool. He tasted very, very good. Hard. Hot. Wet. And he was so hungry for what she was doing!
"This is mad. Utterly mad," he whispered. "Greta will boil me in oil if she looks out her window."
"Do you want me to stop?" Pat asked, lifting her head.
"Nooooo! It's too late to stop. Much too late."
"We could go in my house, if you like."
He groaned. "I'll never be able to get on my feet." But he was wrong.
The moment he closed the door behind them, his hands went for her bikini bottom. In a twinkling he had her naked and down on the kitchen table. He hoisted her legs and fell on her muff like a hot kid.
Pat spread her cunt open and urged him to enjoy himself. She cushioned her aching head on the hard wood with her hand and listened to the horny licking of his busy tongue in her cunt. He was damn good! Perfect! What a cunt lapper! She came hotly up on her elbows, watching his talented tongue swirling swiftly around on her clit. Little quick comes made the table shake under her.
"Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Mmmmm," she purred, like a cat. "It was worth this awful bump on my head to get sucked like this. You are very, very good with your mouth."
He lifted his wet mouth and grinned happily at her. "My cock may have slipped into retirement, but this I can do!"
He looked down at himself, and did a quick double take.
"Oh, Greta, what you're missing! I'm hard as a brick! And dripping like I was sixteen! Jesus! Can't waste this!"
His hands slid under her ass and lifted her up a little. Pat guided his madly jumping tool into the slickness of her well-sucked cunt. It always amazed her how her pussy could adjust to so many different sizes. They all felt so fucking good! She was shamelessly and joyfully screwing a total stranger on her own hard table, and loving every juicy stroke. She thanked her lucky stars that Roger was a swinger. As wonderful as his huge dork had felt, Pat knew she would still want other hard cocks inside her, no matter how long she and Roger might live together. There were so many men m the world to try out.
"Fuck me," she heard herself saying. "Mmmm.
Fuck me."
Her voice turned him on even more. "Greta never opens her damn yap," he growled. "Can't get a fucking chirp out of her no matter how hard I bang her cunt. I don't see how I keep from blowing the head of my dick right off. I'm so charged up, I feel like I'm just one huge cock standing here."
"You are certainly no Tiny Tim," Pat murmured. Her fingers spread her wet lips open so he could see how her pink clit twitched in response to his hard-driving strokes.
"No! Please don't do that," he groaned. "It's too much. Too sexy. I'm going to close my eyes and just screw." A second later he said, "No, I'm not. Damn it. I want to see everything that's happening to me. This is too rare to miss!"
Pat came so hard and so suddenly her head slammed against the table top. But her hips kept working his cock in and out of her dripping twat. And he kept right on screwing and screwing. The table thumped against the kitchen wall, with a dull beat. Her lungs began to labor, gulping for air. He fucked her frantically, making up for his long period without any sex. He never touched her breasts or her red clit. His cock churned with youthful glee, in and out. He held her legs in a vise grip, every muscle in his body rigidly tense. His cock pounded her cunt like he had a tender little chick he'd found at his high school dance, and she was his first piece of ass.
"So good. Oh, oh so good!" he kept repeating. "I'm never going to come. We're going to fuck all afternoon. All night! We'll screw until my cock falls off ... until ... ooooo shit! Damn it all! It's shooting off! It's shooting in your cunt!"
His nails ripped into her flesh. He poured an ocean of hot cum in her clenching pussy. Pat moaned and climaxed right with him, raising half up off the table, clutching hotly at him. He stepped back, staring at his cock jerking little spurts of cum into the air. She covered his dick with her mouth and drained every drop out of his tool, rubbing his trembling butt with her soft hands while she licked and squeezed him dry.
"Woof!" he exploded. "Can't believe what we did. And ... and I'm still hot to go! Don't even feel like I came. Wow! I can't thank you enough, Mrs. Jordan. Oh, shit! How silly and formal can I get?"
Pat said softly, "I want to thank you. Until I woke up with my head on your lap, it had been one hell of a lousy day for me. You changed all that. I'm very grateful."
He happily scooped up his shorts and flipped them up over his shoulder. His half erect cock swung proudly as he stepped through her kitchen door.
"Gonna go bang Greta! If she gives me any static, I'll slap her ass. Time she shaped up. See you later," he grinned happily back at her.
Pat heard him whistling as he strode briskly through the patio gate. She smiled to herself.
"Sorry about this, Greta baby. Get ready to enjoy one sore pussy. Yours! He's lost a big rusty load-and twenty years-this afternoon."
She flopped on her bed, and soon slipped off to dream about nine-inch cocks. And grateful gray-haired men smiling at her.