Chapter 1
Holding up the weight of her heavy tits, twenty-six-year-old Karen Driscoll looked at her nude image in the mirror.
She was hot. Anticipation always did that to her-her nipples started tingling, her pussy juiced up, and her body demanded relief of the tension. Tomorrow she would start a new job as a secretary with an insurance company, and the excitement of it had the tissues of her cunt congested and on fire.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Her tits were like two melons topped by hard red strawberries. Her stomach was trim from daily exercise. Her hips and ass were full and round and womanly. The dark hair covering her cunt mound made her pussy deliciously prominent. Cupping her tits in her palms, she squeezed them to make her nipples pucker out.
I deserve the best, she thought. She had a crummy little apartment in a building without very much class and she knew she deserved more than that. A woman with her looks ought to have clothes and money. Four years in her previous job had led nowhere. She'd been too meek. Now that she had a new job, she was determined to get to the top. She was determined, in fact, to marry the president of Fidelity Insurance, a man she'd never even seen!
Slipping a hand down between her legs, she cupped her pussy to feel the heat of it against her palm.
It was mid-afternoon, the sun bright and cheery, but the balmy weather somehow made her sexually desperate.
She'd had lovers, but most of the men she knew were jerks. Their idea of a hot date was a gallon of booze and, if they could make it to bed, a quick fuck before passing out. The next morning they would rave about what a great time they'd had. She was tall and leggy and she had beautiful tits and a great ass. She was tired of jerks. She hoped the men she'd meet at Fidelity Insurance would be more interesting. She'd be working for Don Graham, the advertising manager. Somehow she would get to know the president. Somehow she would get up there at the top.
In the meantime she had a dripping pussy.
She walked into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. Picking up a mirror, she spread her legs and held it between her thighs. She looked at the red gash of her cunt reflected back at her.
Slipping two fingers between her cuntlips, she pried them apart to reveal the sticky fluids coating the tender tissues of her cunt. , It's like a mouth, she thought, a hungry mouth.
She moved her fingers around in her cunt, feeling the smooth walls and getting more and more aroused. Sometimes she thought her need for sex would drive her crazy. She seemed to need it all the time. She was hardly ever satisfied.
When she reached the top and married the president of the company, she would be rich enough to have anything she wanted. If she wanted lovers, she'd have them by the dozen. She'd have someone's tongue in her pussy any time she wanted it. Men would climb all over each other for the chance to suck her cunt.
She pulled her douche bag down from a shelf. In a fit of need, she grabbed the nozzle and pushed it into her pussy. The nozzle was much too small. She had to churn it in her cunthole as though she were mixing butter. Her wrist whipped around in a circular motion. It was no good. She finally pulled the nozzle out and tossed the douche bag away with a frown of impatience.
The janitor, she thought. She had seen him through the window. He was in front of the building trimming the hedge near the sidewalk. He was old and grubby in his grimy striped overalls, but he had a cock. She hurried out of the bathroom. "Mr. Cooper!"
She called to him through the open window, a towel covering her naked body.
Cooper stopped moving and swiveled his head until he located her window. He stared at her with red bleary eyes.
"I've got a dripping faucet!" Karen shouted.
Actually, a dripping cunt, she thought. God, she was hot! Even an old man like
Cooper looked good. He looked like a bum. She wondered if he ever washed.
Ten minutes later Cooper shuffled into the apartment smelling of piss and whiskey. He blinked his bloodshot eyes at Karen's towel-covered body.
"Faucet?"
"Kitchen sink," she said, "Come on, I'll show you."
Show him she did. As they stood side by side at the kitchen sink, she gradually turned and pressed against him so that the swell of her tit pushed into his arm.
"Never mind the faucet," she said with a caressing voice.
"Huh?"
"How old are you, Mr. Cooper?"
"Sixty-two. Why?"
"Can you still get it up?"
"What the hell does that mean?" he asked incredulously.
"Would you like to fuck me?"
"Jesus H. Christ!"
She took his hand and led him into the bedroom. She wondered if any of the other women in the apartment complex had ever propositioned him like this.
"Get your clothes off," she said casually.
He wheezed and looked at her with ques-
tioning eyes. "You sure about this?" "What are you afraid of?" "I could lose my job," he whined. "You call what you do a job? Anyway, I'm not going to make any trouble for you, if that's what's worrying you."
A squeal came rattling out of his throat when she dropped the towel. His eyes glued to the jiggling of her heavy dark-nippled tits, he quickly stripped off his clothes with trembling hands.
His bluish-knobbed cock was only half-hard, but as soon as she took it in her hand, she felt his prick stiffening. She jiggled his balls. They were big, but they hung very low in a loose sac that looked as though it had been stretched by all the years of use. With a sac so loose, she could really feel the weight of his balls on her palm. She wondered when the old geezer had last dropped a load.
"On the bed," she said. "I'll ride on top." When she passed her hand between her legs, her cunt felt like a hot slimy swamp. Cooper's cock looked big enough to do the job, but she wasn't taking any chances. She would ride him and make sure she got what she needed.
After he stretched out on his back, she straddled him and leaned forward to hang her tits over his face.
"Suck my tits," she ordered.
"You bet your sweet ass!" he cackled. He opened his jaws wide and she dropped a tit into his yawning mouth.
"Oh, yes, that's good! Suck it hard, you old bastard!"
She tugged at her free nipple with her fingers, twisting and turning it to the rhythm of his sucking. When she finally pulled her tit out of his mouth, the nipple he'd been sucking was swollen and raw.
"Christ, you almost bit it off!"
"Isn't that what you wanted? Shit, lady, I'm just doing what you told me to do."
"Your cock's not hard yet, Mr. Cooper. How are we going to fuck with a soft prick?"
"Stick your finger in my ass."
"Yuk!"
"Ain't you ever done that before? My wife used to do that to me all the time. My cock won't get hard unless you do it."
"Maybe we ought to get your wife here."
"She's dead."
"I'm sorry."
"What for? She was a miserable bitch. Yeeeow! Easy, woman, you've got a big finger!"
Drilling her finger into the hot grip of his tight asshole, she massaged his shit-tube and chuckled as his cock rose up hard and long.
"That's better,*' she said. "Now just lie back and relax while I fuck you silly!"
Raising her ass, she shifted down his body until his cockhead rested against her cuntlips. Her pussy was drenched with cunt juice, wet enough to take him without any difficulty. She flexed her pelvis and his stiff cock slid smoothly into the dripping hole of her cunt.
She began moving with a slow rhythm, stabbing his cock deep into her pussy. A soft moan came out of her throat at the end of each stroke.
"Oh, God, it's good! You've got a wonderful cock, Mr. Cooper!"
He moved his hands up to her swaying tits and began squeezing and rubbing her thick nipples between his fingers.
She rose up until the head of his blood-engorged cock touched her clit, and then she dropped down to take his prick deep inside her juice-drenched cunthole.
"I love to fuck!" she crooned. "Don't you?"
"You bet your sweet ass!"
"You're the best judge of that," he said. "How does it feel?"
"It feels marvelous, Mr. Cooper! You're the oldest man I've ever fucked and your cock feels as good as any of them!"
She changed directions. She began sliding back and forth, impaling herself on the solid bar of his cock, her thick juices oozing out of her cunt to drip over his leathery ball-sac.
"I guess you were surprised about my coming on to you like I did," she said. "A few years ago I'd never have done something like that. I was too inhibited. It's stupid to be afraid, isn't it, Mr. Cooper? I wanted to fuck you and you looked like you knew how. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"
"Never mind the sermon!" he leered. "Just keep moving your ass!"
Flinging her head back, she uttered a guttural cry as her climax arrived.
Cooper groaned, stiffened, and began shooting his load of hot jism into her spasming cunt.
"Oh, God!" she cried.
She ground her cunt against the pulsing shaft of his cock. Her body convulsed as waves of sensation invaded her. They rocked against each other bound together by his pumping cock.
Finally relaxing, Karen leaned backward. She was too tired to stay upright. She fell onto her back, her legs bending to allow his juice-coated cock to flop out of her cunt and slap against his stomach. She dozed off.
When she opened her eyes again, Cooper was sitting in a chair watching her. The old geezer sure had stamina! She wanted to fuck again, but she wondered if he'd be able to get another hard-on. The smelly old bum might have a heart attack! I might kill him! she thought.
She rubbed her tits. She saw the reaction on his face and began kneading her tits, pushing them out at him. Her nipples thickened and grew stiff again.
"Shit, yeah!" he wheezed. "You're some piece of ass, girlie!"
The blue tip of his cock began growing. He spread his legs slightly and bent his knees as he stroked the base of his swelling prick.
Arching her back, she pulled her feet back to her asscheeks, raised her ass completely off the bed, and began to rock from side to side with her knees spread wide apart. Her fingers wandered over her thighs. Her hands moved up and down her body on each side of her torso. She caressed her tits, fingered her nipples and moaned with excitement.
Her eyes fixed on his thickening cock. She moved a hand down her back to the crack of her ass. Her palm turned up, her middle finger traced the outline of her dripping cumlips. Her fingers parted the meaty lips of her cunt and slowly slid inside. She rubbed her slimy cunt juice between her thumb and forefinger, showing him how excited she was.
His bloodshot eyes fixed on her gaping cunt, Cooper wheezed and pulled his lips back in a yellow-toothed grin.
Turning over on her stomach, Karen pulled her knees up under her spread legs and showed him her ass. Her finger continued moving over her wet cunt, sliding up and down the inside of each lip and dipping briefly into the well of her cunthole.
Reaching up, she circled her asshole with a fingertip. Cooper grunted with approval as she pushed her finger into her shithole and worked it in and out.
"You're a hot ass bitch!" he growled.
She played with her asshole and taunted him. "Are you hard enough to fuck me yet?"
"You need cock!" he cackled. "And I'm here to give it to you!"
In a moment she was on her back with Cooper climbing on her body.
He began kissing her tits. He sucked her nipples until they were swollen again. Just as she reached the point where she was about to scream if he didn't do something more, he shifted his mouth down her body.
Her legs parted and he moved to a kneeling position between them. His mouth moved down her belly as she grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her ass.
He teased her by running his mouth all over her lower belly and thighs until she was forced to grab his head and direct his lips to her wet cunt.
"Eat me!" she ordered. "Suck my pussy!"
He went to work with a hungry, slurping sound, licking and sucking at her like a demon.
Finally, pulling his mouth away, he roared. "Via. going to suck your ass!"
Grabbing her hips, he turned her over onto her belly. He bent forward and began moving his mouth over the firm mounds of her asscheeks. His lips wandered over her smooth skin until she squirmed impatiently.
A cackling laugh came out of his throat. Pulling her asscheeks wide apart, he ran his tongue between them until the voluptuous sensation made her shiver. His fingers massaged her puckered asshole. He dropped spit from his mouth over the hole and lubricated it with his finger.
"You've got a tight little asshole!" he wheezed. "We'll have us a sweet fuck!"
Pushing a finger into her asshole, he reached his other hand around to rub her stiff clit. He stroked and massaged her cunt and ass until her breath quickened and she began pumping her hips and groaning.
She tensed when the head of his cock replaced his finger. He was smart enough to continue rubbing her clit until she was able to relax.
"Do it!" she hissed. "Fuck my ass!"
A moment later his cockhead pushed in and the tight muscles of her asshole gripped his prick. He continued pushing until with one final jab his cock was buried in her ass to the hilt.
She groaned. The feeling of fullness in her ass was heavenly!
He slid his fingers into the steaming cavern of her cunt and now she had both holes filled. As he began stroking her ass with his thick cock, a fire spread throughout her body. She moved her hips to the rhythm of his thrusting and moaned.
Soon she could feel his cock swelling inside her ass. Faster and faster they moved, her groaning and moaning spurring him on as though he were a cowboy riding a horse in a rodeo. His balls slapped against her cuntlips, ready to unload their hot foaming cum inside her rubbery shithole.
"Oh, Crist, here it comes!" he cried. "Give it to me! Fuck my ass! Shoot it!" With a great heave of their sweaty bodies, they groaned together and climaxed.