Chapter 1
Outside, a dog barked. Florence Baker's eyes fluttered open, then closed again. The dog barked again, louder. "Goddamn dog," she muttered, and stretched languidly. The sheet felt good against her naked body. Florence always slept naked.
She was aware of the sunlight streaming into the room. It was early, but the room was already getting hot. The sheet slid off her huge tits and the heat from the sun brought her nipples up hard. "Fucking Goddamn dog," she muttered again, and turned away from the window. She dozed off and quickly started to dream, a pleasant erotic dream. Her nipples stayed hard. She squirmed, moaning softly.
A soft smile played with her lips and her arm brushed against her husband's side. He was lying on his back, also nude. Her fingers traced a path up over his hairy belly, down into his thick pubic bush, and down the length of his cock. Archie Baker had a big cock, even soft. Her nails teased the half exposed head and it started to stretch out. The smile widened on Florence's lips as the thing swelled under her hand.
Her dream grew more vivid, bringing a warm glow to her cunt. Her fingers softly circled Archie's rising prick. Her dream wasn't about Archie.
Archie roused from his sleep, barely aware of what was making him feel so good. His eyes opened and he glanced down, saw the tent his rod made in the sheet, and realized his wife was holding his cock. He reached under the sheet and pressed her fingers tighter around his cock. He felt good and horny, he always did in the morning, and started pushing his cock back and forth in her hand. His urge to come was strong and he thrust into her hand, contemplating jacking himself off this way.
He held her fist on his prick with one hand while the other strayed to Florence's big tit. He felt the nipple already hard and traced a circle, then moved down her belly until his fingers felt the first wispy hairs. They were as soft as silk and grew thicker as he neared the top of her lovely gash.
Florence moaned when his fingers touched her cunt. Her hand pulled from his cock and she rolled over onto her side, her back to him. Archie was awake now, and moved onto his side. He cuddled up, putting his arm around her body, and nestled his hard-on into the crack of her ass. Gently, he pressed against her, his cock throbbing against her ass hole.
She snuggled back against him and he rolled a hard nipple between his fingers. He moved his hand to the other tit and caressed the nipple. She gave a little shiver. He moved his hand down over her belly, toying with her navel before sliding into the hair again. The hair was so soft and she had so much of it. He played a bit, then slid his finger down through her deep slit; she was good and wet. She sighed, half awakening.
His prick was swollen and hot, and felt like it was about to explode. She hunched back against him, pushing the tip of his cock harder against her ass. He wanted to shove it inside, to release the mounting pressure, but didn't want it to end quite yet.
His cock was leaking now, the head slick with ooze, and he gently probed at the puckered hole. He took hold of his cock and slid it back and forth between her buttocks, tightening her ass hole each time it slid by. He stopped at the hole and pushed in, getting half his glans into her ass. Florence moaned and pushed back against him.
"No, honey, you mustn't," she said softly, not pulling away. "It's almost time to get up."
"We've got time," he said, kissing her on the neck just below her ear.
She smiled, but he couldn't see her. She stretched her legs and pushed back with her butt. Her ass seemed to open a little and the head of his cock went in. She grunted and smiled again.
"I really should get breakfast started," she said.
"Breakfast is already on its way," Archie said. He was about an inch past the glans in her ass. He tried to fuck, but it was too tight. He pushed a little deeper.
"Awful tight, honey; don't hurt me," Florence said, enjoying the half pain, half pleasure his thick cock was giving her.
"Can't reach the vaseline," he grunted, "and feels too good to pull it out."
"Does feel good," she sighed. She was panting. "Move it a little, make it feel better."
He stroked a few times, pulling his foreskin back hard. The stimulation on his head was fantastic. It was so tight and hot. It was just beginning to loosen when the alarm clock went off. Archie half turned and made a swipe at the clock. It flew off the stand, sailed across the room still ringing, hit the floor and bounced, still ringing, hit the floor again, and went silent.
"Goddammit, Archie, we lose more alarm clocks like that," Florence said.
His jerking motion pulled his cock from her asshole. "Shit," he said. He reached out and pulled her over on her back. "Let's get with it," he said.
"You'll be late for work," she said, but her legs fell open and she grabbed his hips when he came down between them. His cock slid wetly through her crack until she grabbed it and found the spot. They both groaned as it punched inside.
He lifted one of her huge tits with his hand, bent down, and took the nipple in his mouth, his cock going deeper all the while.
Florence loved it when he sucked a tit while he fucked. Her tits were very sensitive. She could come sometimes when he wrapped the big, floppy things around his cock and jerked off. When the wet stuff squirted out and splashed against her chin or just oozed out between her fat tits, shivers raced up her spine. .
"Yeh, yeh, suck 'em, Archie," she moaned, her arms around his head, mashing his face against her breast.
The muscles in the back of Archie's legs tightened as he pushed in. Her cunt opened wide to take him. He had a big cock, almost nine inches, and quite thick. When he was all the way home, she felt completely filled, happy. It was the one thing about Archie that she couldn't find any fault. Her knees were up and each time he pushed in she could feel it pull her cunt lips, jerking her excited clit, and each time he came out she would let her knees fall way and quickly pull them back in when he started thrusting. It made for a tight and very exciting fuck.
Archie felt like her snatch was pulling his cock off and knew he would make it without much effort. He push-pulled, the tingle growing with each stroke. He could almost feel the hole in the end of his cock come open to spit its goo into her hungry quim. The stuff lurched from his scrotum and fattened his cock as it sped for release. He gave a loud grunt and felt the stuff spill out, shooting in heavy wad after heavy wad.
When she realized he was coming inside her, she felt her own spend getting close. She loved it when he came, loved to feel his slime filling her and squishing around his cock until it started oozing out, filling her hair, leaking down to the crack of her ass, finding her asshole.
At the feel of his first spurt, her legs came up and wrapped over his back. She pulled him in tight, holding him there while he squirted. When hisjizz started leaking, she started to come. Her head flailed from side to side on her pillow and her nails dug into his back. Tingling heat spread out from her cunt.
The more he came, the more pleasure she felt, and when he peaked and started to slow, she came again, harder than the first time.
"Now, baby ... fuck me now ... don't stop yet, please don't stop yet," she squealed. She was almost bent in a U, with her legs tightly over his back, and reached down and grabbed a cheek in each hand and pulled him tight to keep him inside. "Oh, Goddamn, honey! God, good, coming so hard, feels so nice. I can feel your come squeezing out all over everything. Fuck me just a moment longer ... coming so fucking hard!"
He felt her legs fall away, felt her go soft and limp, her hands sliding to her sides. He had her fatties bunched under him and pressed down hard with his hairy chest, sliding his hard pectoral back and forth against her bulging nipples. He tried to stroke into her, couldn't, and lay heavily on her soft, fleshy body. He was breathing hard, completely exhausted, completely sated.
He remained like that for several minutes, and then raised himself up at arm's length, pulling his cock from her juicy cunt. He reached down, propped on one hand, and flipped his rubbery monster onto her mound. He watched while the last watery goo leaked onto her thick, silky mat. He gave a deep groan and toppled over and lay on his back.
Florence sat up. "You better get with it or you'll be late," she said.
"Gimme a minute to rest. I'm fucked out," he said.
"Shit," Florence said, "I thought you'd want to go one more time."
He laughed hard. "Right now, I feel like I'll never be able to go again. It's a cinch I won't feel like it until I get to the old sweat shop."
Florence reached down and grabbed his cock. "You better not be getting any down at the old sweat shop." She squeezed hard.
"Ouch, let go, I won't, I promise." She let go. "I wouldn't do that, honey. You know I only have eyes for you."
"Well, that Miss-or is it Ms. Teasley?-seems to have eyes for you. She looks like a pretty hot bundle, too."
"I never noticed," Archie said.
She grabbed his cock again. "Like hell you haven't. Don't lie to me, Archie Baker."
"I noticed, I noticed," he screamed. She loosened her grip. "She's sleeping with a musician, I think. A big, black dude; probably has a cock a foot long."
"Hey, will you introduce him? Sounds like he has something I'd like. A foot long, you say?" Archie reached out and slapped her ass. "A foot and a half, maybe, but you ain't going to find out. You can't take that much, anyway."
"Wanna bet?" Florence said, rubbing the spot where he'd swatted her. "That hurt, you asshole." She swung her feet off the bed and reached for a cigarette. She lit up and drug deep, letting the blue haze trickle from her nose. She finally got up and headed for the toilet. "Gotta pee," she said.
Archie watched her cross the room, her fat little ass wagging at him. There's enough woman there for any man alive, he thought.
Florence Baker stood four foot eleven in heels; Archie was six feet even. What Florence lacked in height, she made up for in other ways. Her tits were huge, soft and fat and round; her hips and thighs were full, maybe too full, not the build of a model, but compact and built for comfort. She was pretty as a picture with a round face, huge blue eyes, and a dimple in each cheek. She was a true blonde, all over, her muff the blondest of all. She always swore she was going to slim down, but her many appetites were too strong.
Archie heard her peeing, pulled up his knees, and smiled. She was his little baby doll, and he loved her. He loved her the minute he laid eyes on her; that was a little over eleven years ago. He married her three months after their first date. He was only nineteen then, and she was a year younger. She looked as good now at twenty-eight as she had then; a little fatter, perhaps, but Archie liked his women chubby.
Archie was a big, uncoordinated fellow with a happy, homely face. A shock of brown hair always hung on his forehead. He was hairy all over, his arms, his chest, his back, his legs. Everybody liked old Archie; he seemed to be always in a good mood.
He heard the water running, heard her brushing her teeth. He got out of bed and went into the bathroom. He came up behind her and hugged her, his hands sliding down into the blonde muff nestled at her crotch.
"Not now, Archie, I have a headache," she said, laughing. "I gotta get breakfast started, anyway."
After he was dressed, Archie shambled into the kitchen and dropped heavily onto a chair. His breakfast was ready, and he slurped the hot coffee and sopped a piece of toast in the goo from his eggs while he watched Florence prance around the kitchen. She wore a little silk robe that barely covered her ass and was open in front, nothing else. He massacred half a dozen sunny-side-up eggs while he watched her ample mammaries sway dizzily from left to right. He was sure she had more tit than was necessary and felt dizzy just watching them.
Before he was finished, Florence came over and sat on his lap. She kissed him between bites, rolling her ass against the growing bulge in his pants. Archie still couldn't figure his wife out; she was really a little nutty. She would hold out on him one day and fuck him silly the next. He didn't understand her, but he was accustomed to her screwy whims and knew what he didn't get today he would get double tomorrow. Today was a double day, he decided. He guessed he just went for screwy broads.
Florence had turned to face him, straddling his lap. She put both arms around his neck and kissed him, her fat little tongue squirting into his mouth.
"You're my big old bear," she said, and kissed him again.
"Yeh," Archie said.
"It feels like you're getting a hard-on."
"Yeh," Archie said.
"Why don't you take him out and let him lay against my belly?"
"I'll be late for work if I do."
"You've been late before," Florence said.
Archie grinned and reached for his zipper. His knuckles dug into her cunt while he unzipped. She squirmed, wanting one of his big fingers in her cunt. It was a struggle, but he finally got his cock out and pressed it up against her soft belly. She slid close to him, and with both arms around his neck, masturbated him between their bodies.
"That feels good, Archie; I like your cock rubbing against my belly. It makes me hot."
"You don't need anything to make you hot."
"Sometimes I don't. I'll bet if I raised up you could get it someplace that feels even better."
She raised up on her toes. "You put it in, Archie," she said.
Archie reached down and grasped his pecker. He was as hard as he had been earlier. He swabbed it back and forth in her deep trench a few times before pushing the knob against her wet hole. He gave a little grunt and let the soggy thing swallow the whole head.
Florence gave a little grunt, and still on her toes, let her pussy suck the fat knob. She swayed her hips, fucking the head only until her cunt throbbed with excitement, and then let her weight down. Slowly, inch by inch, her cunt swallowed his cock until the whole nine inches was buried. She started bobbing, her feet on the rungs of the chair. She liked it this way; it was one of her favorite positions. She could control it like this and come as quickly or as slowly as she desired. She desired to come quickly this morning.
"Yeh, Archie, yeh," she moaned, "your baby's gonna come, but don't you come; I have something special for you."
Archie tried to relax so he wouldn't come. He liked it when she had something special for him.
Florence held him tight, her head on his shoulder, and worked herself off on the spike shoved up her cunt. She came hard, the little sparks flying, her cunt tightening on his cock as the sharp spasms jolted up her spine.
"I'm coming, Archie ... oh, fuck, I'm coming!" she cried, hunching hard against his zipped crotch. Even the zipper felt good. "Feels good, honey, baby's cunt feels so good. Ooooooh yeh, love it!"
She continued her gyrations for almost a minute, then went limp. She sat quietly on his hard cock for another minute before she raised her head. "That was good, Archie, now I'll make you come, too."
She lifted up off his cock and went to her knees in front of him. His cock was wet and gooey and slid easily between her bunched up tits. She masturbated him slowly between her tits, stopping when she thought he might come. She brought him close three times and then grabbed the shaft in her fist and dropped her mouth down over the leaking head. She sucked hard, her hand moving up and down the shaft.
Archie groaned with pleasure. She was really in heat this morning. She didn't suck his cock very often. He loved it when she did. Her mouth was so warm and so wet, and sucked so insistently. He grunted and lifted up when the first wad spurted into her mouth.
Her fist went to the base of his cock. She squeezed hard and drew it up to her lips, sending another gob into her mouth. She repeated it several times, squeezing out his thick milk each time. Archie was hurting and her mouth was full, so she let go of his dong, tilted back her head and let the delightful stuff trickle down her throat. It was hot and tasted smoky, a little salty, too. She liked the taste.
Archie patted her on the head. "That was great, Flo, just great," he said. "I won't be worth a shit the rest of the day."
"Poor Ms. Teasley," Florence said.
"Yeh. She'll have to go without, at least until this afternoon."
"Bastard," Florence said, and whacked his cock with her hand.
"Ouch," Archie said.
He looked at the big wet spot in his pants and then at his watch. "I better change pants. Ms. Teasley might not understand," he said.
He jumped up, knocking over the chair, in time to avoid her swing. She had her fist doubled this time, and hit him hard just above the knee. She was a jealous little devil, and would have hit him in the balls if she could.