Chapter 11
He couldn't help admire the skill that she displayed as she sucked on his penis.
At one moment she would just take the tip in her mouth and lick around it. The next moment he could drive it way down her throat. It was obvious she was crazy to suck off his cock.
"Relax, baby," he told her. "You're getting too anxious. I want to make it last. I want to hang on the cliff of climax awhile. Suck slow."
She slowed the tempo of her sucking activity. She liked to lick gently around the tip of it.
She used the tip of her tongue to dip in the tip of the crown of his cock.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you sure know how to give good head. That's beautiful. Come on, suck. Suck it off."
She was building up quite a suction in the head of his shaft. She knew it wouldn't be much longer until she juiced. All of the sudden the hot sperm exploded in her mouth. She gobbled hungrily.
"Eat it," he told her anxiously. "Suck it off. That's the way you do it. Oh, baby, now you're sucking. Suck it."
She enjoyed the taste of it. She swallowed his cum load. She patted Ken's ass cheeks as she finished blowing him. He thanked her for giving him a good cock suck. And then she looked at his penis.
"You've still got an erection."
"That's my problem," he told her.
Ken rolled over on his back and reached for a cigaret. He lit it and took a deep puff. As he exhaled he commented, "I don't know whether it's good or bad being so horny all the time."
"I've heard about men who were too hot," she told him. "I guess you can get the hormones fixed so you don't get so worked up all the time."
Ken shook his head. His blue eyes sparkled as he told her why he didn't want that.
"Fm enjoying myself too much. There are plenty of women around the office who like to have sex with me. I'm content. If I couldn't get it up like some men, then I would see about hormone help. But as it stands now, baby, I'm perfectly satisfied."
She wondered if Ken really was perfectly satified. She was curious to know why he acted as he did.
"Ken," she asked him, "is the reason you wanted me here tonight so you can satisfy all of your lust that you just don't get taken care of at home?"
He nodded.
"Max apparently has sent other women to you to service you."
"Yes," Ken nodded, "he has. Nice chicks like yourself. Of course, Max fucks them first, then he passes them along for a price."
"Is there a payoff to him?"
"Fifty," he shrugged.
"That bastard," she shook her head, "and he expects some more free action from me."
"Everybody has his game," he said. "I don't blame him. He has to make it, too."
She reached over and gripped his penis. She gently stroked it.
"Use the butter on it," he told her. "I'm ready to fuck your asshole."
She reached past the toast on the plate the bellboy had brought and took the butter in her hands and moved over to his penis. She slid the cube of butter up and down his cock.
"Use the other cube on my balls," Ken suggested.
She figured she might as well. She knew some men enjoyed a ball massage almost as much as having her pull on the penis.
She applied the remaining butter cube which was beginning to melt, to Ken's testicles. Ken felt shivers of excitement tingle up and down his spine as she worked her fingers gently back and forth across his balls and his penis.
"Oh, I like that," he told her. "That's real nice."
She was giving him some effective action. And he was enjoying it.
"Baby," he told her, "you are really something. I want you to jerk on it until I get a raving hard-on. How about that?"
She nodded and smiled.
"Keep it up," he told her. "That's the way I like it."
Ken lay back and let her play with him. Then he knew it was time for her to give him the ass fuck he sought.
Finally he told her the position he enjoyed the most.
"All I want to see now, baby," he told her, "are your ass cheeks. I want you bending so far over that it'll be easy to slip it up there. I'm not a sadist. I just like a nice tight fuck. All right?"
She nodded nervously and smiled.
"Sure, Ken, if that's what you want."
In this bent-over position Ken clasped her bare bottom. He squeezed her ass cheeks. Now he prepared to give her a good, hard balling. He plunged his rigid cock right up her rectum.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "that feels super. Come on, sweetheart, do it nice."
She ground her hips around. Ken plunged into her with deep, driving cock stabs.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told her eagerly, "that's the way I like it. Now you're doing it."
His penis penetrated her asshole. She had never experienced anything quite like it.
"Fuck, baby, fuck," he told her. "Thaf s the way I like it. Now you're doing it. Oh, baby, that's beautiful."
He got past her tight anal ring without too much difficulty. The butter was helping stretch her ass. But he was certain she had been fucked here before and that was why it was easy to get his rigid male member up her smoothly.
"I can see why men like to fuck your asshole" he commented. "If s tight. And you know how to wiggle. Baby, I love it. One time I fucked a waitress who was a real dead-ass screw. She made a big fuss about me wanting to slip it up her ass and then she just lay there. It was miserable."
"You shouldn't have paid her, Ken," she told him.
"I wasn't paying her anyway," he laughed. "She wanted to be fucked so I laid her. But unfortunately she wasn't very good. That's the problem when you get something for free. Even a piece of ass usually is no damn fucking good."
Ken laughed as he gripped her now and bent over all the way.
"Twist your tail," he told her. "That's it. Oh, baby, grind it. Lefs corkscrew fuck."
She knew what that meant. When Ken thrust his male member to the right, she twisted to the left. When he thrust to the left, she ground her hips to the right.
"Oh, yes," he told her, "I love that. Now you're doing it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
With repeated cock jabs he went on thrusting. She was so excited now she was shaking.
"Beautiful," he told her. "Just like I like it. Come on, baby, fuck it off."
Ken could tell from her slippery twisting asshole that he was going to make it soon.
"Yes," he enthused, "that's what I want you to do. Fuck it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
He was thrusting now at an even, regular tempo. It wasn't a wild, penetrating cock stab, but a smooth, even one. As dignified as his executive position allowed. She wondered if his conservative ways carried over in bed. And as he gently stabbed her asshole with his cock, she figured this must be true. She was making more mental notes about the varieties of ways men liked to ball her.
"Fuck," he exclaimed anxiously, "fuck it, baby. Keep twisting your tail. That's it. Now you're cloing it. Oh, lover, fuck it."
He was shoving in hard.
"Sock it to me, Ken," she told him. "I want to feel it. Come on, tiger, ram it in there. Fuck me like Max did."
Ken knew what she meant. His wife had often said that he wasn't forceful enough in the way he did it to her. Ken was challenged. He met the challenge with an advancing cock stab up her asshole that made her reel in pain. She wondered if there would be anything left of her ass.
"Fuck," he told her, "just like that. Twist it. Grind it. Oh, baby, you're beautiful. I love it."
He was really ramming it home now. And she was deriving more and more kicks out of his fucking her.
"Oh, now, now," he told her. "Twist your tail. I'm there, baby. Fuck it off."
She knew what that meant. Judging from the way he was gripping her ass cheeks tightly and squeezing them, she could determine he had reached a scorcher of a climax. The hot sperm load shot up her ass a second later.
"Beautiful," he told her. "A super ass fuck."
When Ken slid his hard shaft out of her cum-coated asshole he rolled over and took a breather.
She was curious to know what Ken's wife Maureen was like.
"Tell me something about Maureen," she asked.
"I don't like to talk about her," Ken insisted.
"Oh, don't be that way," she insisted. "Perhaps I can tell you some tricks to make Maureen happy."
"Name one," he demanded.
"Perhaps if you would get her stoned out of her gourd you could go down on her and stick your tongue in her twat and she would go wild."
"I tried that," he told her.
"And what happened?"
"She began beating me with her fist and saying I was a sucking pervert."
"Oh, that's awful," she shook her head. "Think of all of the pleasure she's missing with your talented tongue."
"That's what I tried to tell her with my talented tongue," he quipped.
She figured perhaps it was a sore point and she had better not discuss it. But she was eager to find out what it would be like to have him stick his cock in her pussy.
"Why don't we take a nice bath together?" she suggested. "And then later when your pecker comes up again you can stick it in my pussy. How does that grab you?"
"It sounds good to me," he told her. "Real good."
They went to the bathroom together. She drew the water and he got in the tub with her. When she bent over and he caught sight of her round ass cheeks again, he felt like screwing her asshole once more. But she shook her head.
"No way," she smiled. "I want to feel it slipping into my pussy. I can give you a marvelous workout. I know how to snap it and everything."
Once in the water together, he reached over and affectionately fondled her bosoms. She enjoyed the way he pinched at her nipple tips.
"I can see them get erect when I do this," Ken grinned.
The glint in his blue eyes appealed to her. And then when he reached down and fondly fingered her vagina, she rolled her head back and forth as waves of sexual ecstasy delighted her.
"You turn on with me, don't you?" he asked her point blank.
"Yes, we vibe, Ken. That's why I wanted to know about Maureen. I know there's no chance on god's earth I could ever have you. But I thought it would be beautiful to hear all about your sex life with your wife. Because weird as it may seem, I wish I could be her."
Ken looked into her eyes and knew she was telling the truth. He bent over and kissed her cheek affectionately.
"You're a sweet kid," he told her, "and not bitchy like Maureen is. She was a spoiled so- ciety debutante. Had the works. Her father was rich. He got me my job at the bank."
"That's why you married her," she said suddenly.
"How did you know?"
"It was easy to figure that out," she told him. "because you don't seem to really care for her. And I doubt if you ever did."
"I never did," Ken admitted honestly. "I wanted to get ahead in the world. I figured some way I could wiggle out of our marriage. But once she had a couple of kids by me the hooks were in. There's no way out now."
She reached for his cock and gently stroked him as she placed her lips on his. Her eyes fascinated him.
"Oh, Ken," she told him, "I guess we're all caught in different traps. I'm in my own sex trap. People have wanted to go to bed with me so much that I fell into the attention trap. I enjoyed being the center of attention. I never realized it was destroying me. Now look what I do for a living."
"You're giving me a lot of pleasure," he told her, "and there's nothing wrong with happiness. Not yet, baby. Not yet."
They got out of the bathtub and went back to the bedroom. Ken straddled her. He stroked himself up until his cock was hard again.
"There's still a lot of life in that pecker of mine," he smiled as he slowly edged the tip of his shaft to her fur-trimmed triangle. He brushed it back and forth gently until she begged for it.
"Fuck me, Ken," she urged him.
Ken plunged his rigid penis into her pussy. Her hips shoved forward as the electrical thrills of sex raced through her body and mind. Once he was down on her she clasped his ass cheeks and squeezed them adoringly as he fucked vigorously.
"I want you, baby," she told him. "I want all of you. I want the most intimate parts of your body. I want to feel the back of your balls. I want your big, thick cock riding into me. Oh, baby, I want to give you every thrill she doesn't. Fuck me, Ken. Fuck me, Ken."
With insistent cock stabs Ken's shaft entertained her. He was pleased that he could perform so expertly. But he had to credit her. For she really enjoyed having sex. And he could tell she was turned on with him. The magnificent blond specimen of manhood rammed hard into the gorgeous girl. Her pussy muscles clasped his thick, sliding penis. And just as she promised, she knew how to snap her pussy.
She would release her pussy hold on his penis and then grip it tightly.
"Yes, baby, yes," he urged her on. "That feels super fantastic. Fuck. Fuck," They were developing a rhythm together. They rolled over on their sides. They went on fucking hard.
"Baby, you're beautiful," he told her. "Fuck it. That's how I want it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
With deep, penetrating cock stabs he went on ramming into her. She was so excited now she could hardly stand it.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. That's just like I like^it. Twist your tail for me. Fuck it. Fuck."
He went on ramming into her. And she was hotter now.
To almost there," Ken told her. "Wrap your legs around me. Squeeze and fuck baby. Baby, do it, please."
Their bodies were sweating now. They were like two animals in heat as Ken's thick penis rammed forward. All of the sudden he was cuming. His hot, white cream erupted from his penis tip.
"Keep it up," she panted. "Yes, baby, yes. That's what I want. Thaf s what I need."
She came a second later. Ken wanted her to join him. in climax. He had enjoyed it so much that he pressed his lips on hers in a gesture of deep feeling.