Chapter 1
Jan slipped between the sheets while Bill was putting some records on the turntable. She lay on her back and watched him undress. She knew that he had some impressive equipment in his pants by the way his crotch felt as he held her in his arms. She loved having a stranger between her legs, and Bill was a real prize.
He smiled when he saw that she was already in bed. Bill began unbuttoning his shirt as he kept his eyes on her. Jan's tits were only half covered by the sheet, and he could see the swollen tops of her huge jugs. Her nipples were barely hidden.
Just before he slipped his pants off, he grabbed the sheet and gave it a tug. Jan's tits popped into view. She giggled when she saw Bill's eyes open wider. Her nipples were as big as silver dollars and puckered into hard nobs.
He pulled down his pants and stepped out of them. His shorts formed a tent with his cock as the pole. The waistband was held away from his stomach by the twitching rod inside. When he removed that last barrier, Jan saw that his prick was just as big and powerful as she imagined.
She held the sheet up as Bill slipped in beside her. He got a whiff of her perfume. Now, mingled with that perfume was the unmistakable odor of hot pussy juice. The smells blended into a sexual musk that would have been irresistible to any man, and it made Bill's cock jerk with even wilder pulses.
They put their arms around each other. Bill felt Jan's tits touch his hard chest. Their lips met and their mouths opened. The first taste of his saliva started Jan's cunt leaking in earnest. His stiff meat touched her belly. The blood surged through his prick, and Jan thrilled to the feeling of it against her.
Jan put her hands on Bill's back and massaged his rippling muscles. She knew it was important for her to apply all her skill to this hulking fellow if she were to get the performance she wanted from him. One hand slid toward his ass, then tickled the vally between them. She could feel his increased passion.
They were both huffing and puffing as they got hotter and more excited. Bill grabbed a handful of Jan's firm ass. He knew he had a fantastic woman, but not he was learning that she was really exceptional. As he fingered the crease of her ass, she squeezed her ass-cheeks together, welcoming his fingers into the warm slot.
Bill began kissing her neck. The skin there was moist and fragrant. He nibbled on her earlobe and breathed hot air into her ear. When he felt her body writhe, he knew he was on the right track. He kissed and licked his way to her shoulder.
Bill felt her tits move away from his chest. Keeping a hand on her ass, he grabbed a tit with the other. His face was descending toward her tits, leaving a wet trail of saliva behind.
Her tit was snowy white on her tanned body, and her nipple looked delicious. He moved within licking distance of her pink tit-cap, and tasted it. As soon as his wet tongue wiped over it, he heard Jan moan softly. He hadn't been in bed with such a wanton creature in some time, and he was couting his blessings.
After circling the nipple with the tip of his tongue, he opened his mouth. Her stiff nipple entered his mouth. Jan reacted by arching her back and grinding her pussy against his side. Bill began sucking her nipple, taking as much of it into his mouth as he could and working on it with his tongue.
Jan held his head tightly as she closed her eyes in passionate rapture. She was entering the realm of passion where she spent the best hours of her life. She could feel hot cunt-juice seeping from her twat and wetting the tops of her thighs. Already, the electric current of lust was running from her cunt and tits to her brain. Her hips were beginning to gyrate, as if a cock had already sank in the depths of her cunt.
Bill's fingers were moving along the crack of her ass toward the wet area between her legs. He was purposely staying away from her cunt for a while. He knew that the longer he teased, the more explosive the reaction would be when he finally diddled her soaking lips.
His technique was working so well that Jan was muttering words of encouragement and crazed pleasure. Around and around her snatch his fingers traveled. She lifted one leg high over his hip to give him lots of room to maneuver, and her cunt-lips opened slightly with the leg movement.
Bill finally cupped his hand over the fatty lips of her pussy, and he smiled as he felt her hips come alive with a desperate pumping motion. She was grinding her cunt against his palm with all her might in an effort to stimulate her clit.
With studied nonchalance, Bill touched the gaping opening of her pussy. He heard her cry of pleasure. Then he sank his fingers into the crack of her cunt. She was incredibly wet, and he even thought he could feel the slippery fluid flowing past his fingers as he fingered her pussy-hole. He liked the way her inner lips wiggled under his probing fingers. When he felt her clit, she bucked her body so violently that he thought he'd better stay from the super-sensitive bud.
He kept sucking her stiff nipple as he explored her pussy. He felt his was to the entrance of her cunt with his middle finger and pressed it in. He was thrilled to find her cunt tight as a young virgin's. He knew that when the time came to stick his prick into it, her pussy would grip him tightly and milk his sperm with a firm grip. He massaged the satiny lining of her pussy.
by this time, Jan was wailing. If he kept up his fingering much longer, she was going to come. In another second, she knew that he would.
Bill's head moved away from her tits; he pulled his mouth off her nipple with a sucking noise as he withdrew his finger from her flowing cunt. He kept his hand on her crotch, playing with her outer lips. He was kissing his way down her belly, and Jan knew what that meant. He paused at her belly button and licked it just long enough to tease her some more, but then he was on his way again before she lost any steam.
Jan spread her legs wide. She readied herself for one of the most beautiful experiences a woman can have. She felt Bill's fingers holding her cunt open as his face neared it. He felt her curly hair tickle his chin; then his lips. The heady odor of hot cunt filled his head and sent a rush of sexual energy through him.
He used the same indirect route to her pussy lips as he used with his fingers. He teased her by kissing the tops of her thighs and running his tongue around her twat before plugging into it. When she was in an absolute frenzy, he held her pussy open u and gave the slot a broad lick with his strong tongue. "A-h-h-h-h. Ah-h-h-h-h. Oo-o-o-oh," Jan cried in ecstasy as her cunt received the best lapping ever.
Now the funky flavor of her pussy was filling his mouth, and he was losing control. Every time Bill got into this position, with his tongue in a hot cunt, he went wild with passionate energy. He kept stretching her pussy-lips.
At first, he just covered the slot with licks, but before long he began licking more selectively. He traced the wiggling inner lips, and made figure-eights over her quivering clit. Then he made increasingly deep forays up the tube where the flavor of cunt was strongest. He had to hold her tightly to keep the mask of pussy on his face because Jan was jerking and buching like a horse with a burr up its ass.
Bill put his hands under her thighs and spread her legs even wider, spreading the cheeks of her ass and exposing her tight hole. Now that it was available, he made little side-trips with his tongue to her asshole. When Jan felt the worming tongue on her asshole, her body grew even more wild. She had always loved having her asshole played with, but it was a rare man who would tongue her tight ring.
Bill saw her face. He had never seen such a desperate expression of lust on a woman before, and he knew that he was in for a great fuck. He had been concentrating on her sounds of passion and was aware of a steadily increasing volume and higher pitch. There was no doubt that this lusty bitch was about to come. And when she did, he was going to give her a dynamite climax.
"OWWWWWWWWWW!" Jan wailed as her body short-circuited in paroxysms of ecstasy.
Bill put his tongue tip on her clit and drilled it with all his might. Jan's convulsing body seemed to rise off the bed. She was buzzing with pleasure as she shook and quivered. Her head and arms flailed as BiH kept her from falling off the bed.
Her orgasm lasted quite a while, but she finally settled down in a sweaty, exhausted heap. Bill licked the outer regions of her twat for a while before climbing up her body and lying on top of her.
As soon as Jan felt his prick-head bouncing between her slippery thighs, she seemed to come to life again. Bill covered her face with kisses as he maneuvered his cock toward her gash. Jan grabbed his cock. She felt the powerful beats of his pulsating cock.
Bill lowered his hips and his cock entered her tight cunt. It was even tighter than he'd imagined as her pussy stretched over his cock like a sock. When he was sunk into her up to the hair line, he let his joint bathe in her pussy without pumping for a few seconds to appreciate the exquisite feeling.
Jan was making animal sounds in her throat again as Bill began stirring his prick around in small circles. Slowly, he began to move his hips, causing his cock to slip in and out of her slick cunt. He could feel the walls of her pussy holding on to him as he withdrew, then resist him as he drove his bone back in. Each stroke filled his body with waves of pure passion.
Jan sounded as if she were on her way to another climax, and it excited Bill to think that if he handled it right, they could have a mutual climax. He listened to Jan's moans. He gave her more clitoral stimulation with his pistoning cock. He immediately felt her increased passion.
Bill began to be consumed by lust, and the woman beneath him seemed to be at the same high level of pleasure. Their stomachs slapped together noisily as Bill pulled out all the stops-and let her pussy have the full force of his plunging energy. She sensed that he was on the verge of exploding, and she gripped him with her contracting snatch.
They both grunted and moaned as they came.
Bill's prick jerked wildly in the tight confines of Jan's cunt, and her cunt spasmed and snapped on his cock. Bullets of white cream shot from the tip of his prick and seared the lining of her pussy. Through the befuddled rapture of her mind, Jan could feel the heat of his gism.
They stabbed and groped at each other until every drop of cream had been wrung from Bill's tool and every contraction of Jan's cunt had been spent. They lay together in a dazed heap of sweaty flesh. It took a while to recover after a fuck like that.
"The first time I saw you in that joint, I knew you'd be terrific," Bill said.
"I felt the same thing. And if you hadn't talked to me, I would have started a conversation with you."
"Oh yeah? What does a woman say to a strange man in a bar?"
"In your case, I just would have asked for a fuck," Jan said.
They laughed, then continued talking about how they'd met, and how much fun they'd had. Jan would have loved to stay with Bill all night and have a few more orgasms together, but she couldn't.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked as she climbed out of bed.
"I can't stay, Bill, even though I'd love to," she said. "I have a sitter at home with my son."
Bill watched her dress as he lay in bed smoking a cigarette. Every time she covered up a part of her body, Bill's heart sank. He hated to see her go before he had spent all his energy. Bill was several years younger than Jan, but he didn't know that. She still had the body of a younger woman, and at thirty-five she could still out fuck any guy, no matter what age.
Bill gave Jan his phone number and asked for hers too, but she said she would call him. She didn't like to have guys calling her at home. Since she was widowed a few years back, she felt that she would have to be discreet with boy friends as long as her boy, Ron, was home with her.
She left Bill's apartment with the same old feeling that she'd grown accustomed to after fucking strangers she'd met in bars. Her cunt was pretty well taken care of, but there was still a hollow feeling. How long would it take to forget Matt? When he died, she didn't think she would ever find another guy like him, and she hadn't. She'd almost given up trying.
Jan got into her car. Now, as she drove, she thought about her son.
Ron, her son, was becoming the spitting image of his father. He had just turned fifteen. His body was as big and strong as his father's, and Jan knew that he longed for the same pleasures that she had shared with Matt.
In fact, sometimes she couldn't keep from imagining her boy taking his father's place in her bed, but when that happened, she would force herself to think of something else. It was just too agonizing to have a carbon copy of her dead husband.
Jan drove the sitter home, then returned to the house. She hated to leave the boy home for even those few minutes, even though in another year she would have to leave him alone whenever she went out. He had already rebelled against having a sitter stay with him, and they compromised by agreeing that after his sixteenth birthday there would be no more sitter.