Chapter 3
He was at work early the next morning. He was feeling really well. Never had he had such a day of fucking and sucking as he'd had the day before. Two luscious women had been his and now he was out to keep his record going.
His luck was running good. On the first door he knocked on that morning, he sold a policy to an elderly man. He felt even better as he walked to the house next door.
He was pleasantly surprised when a girl opened the door. She was dressed in a yellow skirt and blouse that showed off her full, lush body to advantage. She had long, straight, dark hair and her tits, underneath the blouse, were huge and kissable-looking.
"Well," she said. "Did you come to ask me something or did you just come to look?"
"Well, ma'am," he said. "I'm sorry if I seemed to be staring but you are a fine-looking woman."
"Thank you," she said. "Now what can I do for you."
"Well," he began. "I work for the Proven Insurance Company and we're in the neighborhood talking to people today about improving their present coverage. Now if you'll allow me a few moments of your time-"
"Maybe I do have a few extra moments," she said, "and my husband has been talking about improving our coverage. You can come in."
He followed her full and bouncing butt into the house. He had a sudden impulse to feel her ass, to run his hand over the soft curve of her. He fought back the impulse because he knew it was too soon.
He opened his briefcase as he sat down with her on the couch. Her yellow skirt had slid up above her thighs and he could see the silken flesh almost to her panties. She saw him looking and she smiled.
"What have you got to show me?" she asked.
He licked his lips as he began to bring his materials out and place them on her coffee table. Proven did have some good programs, but he wasn't thinking of insurance. He was thinking how nice her huge tits looked beneath the yellow blouse.
He began to explain some of their programs and she seemed to be listening with interest. She had bent over and rested her chin on her hands and was staring down at his papers. He could feel her heavy jugs brush now and then against his arm.
"And if you buy from us," he finally said, "we have a right to refund clause if you're not entirely satisfied with our policy."
"My husband won't be home for hours," she said suddenly.
"He won't?" Richard questioned. "Do you think he'd be interested in our program?"
"I'm sure he would be," she answered. "But like I say, he won't be home for hours."
She stood up and stretched. Her firm knockers thrust out at him as if inviting him to bury his face against their softness.
"I'm hot," she said. "Would you like something to drink?"
"I would at that," he said, putting his papers away. "Something cool will help me get through the rest of the day."
He left his briefcase by the couch as he followed her into the kitchen. She unbuttoned three of the top buttons of her blouse as she walked. He was able to see the creamy flesh at the top of her blue bra.
She fixed him a drink and he drank it down. He wasn't sure what it was, or what it had in it, but it was strong. He could feel it down to his toes.
"You have a beautiful home," he said in admiration as she poured him another drink.
"Do you really think so? We've worked on it for a long time. Harry's job keeps him away a lot of the time and he doesn't have a lot of time to do the work."
"I think it's very nice. I always wanted a house like this but my wife liked apartment living."
"Oh," she said, raising an eyebrow. "You're married?"
"I should have said ex-wife. But I still favor a big house with plenty of room. Do you mind showing me the rest of it?"
She seemed a little unsure about seeing the rest of it with him, but he finally made her agree to it.
He made noises of approval as she led him through all of the downstairs rooms. Finally there was no place left to see but the upstairs rooms.
She stopped at the foot of the stairs. "I shouldn't be taking you up here."
"Why not?"
"People might get the wrong idea."
"What people? There's nobody here but you and me. You said your husband wouldn't be home for hours."
She sighed and walked up the stairs ahead of him. She showed him the two rooms in back first and then the bathroom. Finally she entered the master bedroom.
"This is nice," he said. "I love it. If we'd only had a bedroom like this, we might not have gotten divorced so easily."
"It takes a lot more than a bedroom," she said.
"Ohhhh," he whispered. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you and your husband were having problems."
"We're not really. It's just that. . . well, he's away so much and I get lonely."
He ran a finger up her bare arm. "A beautiful woman like you. You shouldn't ever have to get lonely."
Susan Peoples knew she shouldn't grow so excited when a man called her beautiful. It was just that she was lonely. She stayed by herself in the big house most of the time. Since Harry had brought her there to live, she had made few friends.
She had known, from the moment she had opened the front door, that she shouldn't allow the smiling insurance man into her house. He had looked at her the way nobody but her husband had ever looked at her.
But she was desperate for someone to talk to, someone to fill her lonely day.
And then he had called her beautiful and ran his fingers up her arms. They were like electrical charges burning her skin.
"Am I beautiful?" she asked him.
"Very beautiful. Your tits are so big and firm that I can't wait until I kiss them. And your ass. I could caress that all day long."
She didn't protest when he pulled her to him and began kissing her. His tongue probed her mouth and she met his tongue with her own.
She was filled with an excitement that she had forgotten she knew. Her entire body ached and trembled with need for him.
"Oh, God," she said, "I've needed someone for so long. Make love to me. Please make love to me."
"Make love to you," Richard drew back. "I don't want to make love to you. I want to fuck you. I want to stick my cock in your cunt and make you come. Isn't that what you want?"
"Oh, yes," she whispered.
"Then tell me. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Scream it out loud so that everyone can hear."
"Fuck me," she whispered.
"Louder, goddamn it! I want the whole world to know that we're fucking."
"FUCK ME!" she screamed.
He laughed and gathered her up in his arms. He dropped her onto the bed and started undressing her. Her fingers came up to rip at his trousers.
He stood up and unbuckled his belt and let his trousers fall. Quickly he stripped away the rest of his clothes. Susan was hardly waiting for him. She had torn off her blouse and skirt, and her bra and panties quickly followed.
Richard's eyes almost bugged out at the sight of her big tits. They were goddamn huge and they were trembling with her excitement.
Her nipples were hard but even hard they were bigger than any other woman's he had ever seen. Huge and brown. She stared up at him with a hungry expectation as she began to finger her gash.
"Goddamn," he said. "Your tits are better than I realized. "Oh, God, I've got to have them in my mouth!"
"Oh, yes," she moaned. "Suck up my tits. Suck them up good!"
He dropped to the bed beside her and captured one huge nipple in his mouth. She began to moan as he sucked her boob. Her fingers were wet with her own juice as she plunged them in and out of her cunt.
"Oh, God!" she said. "You feel so good! Your mouth is making me hot all over. Oh, suck them! Suck them good, honey!"
He was trying. He was sucking as much of her creamy flesh into his throat as he could handle and there was still more than he could believe. He kept sucking more and more into his throat and his tongue teased at her hard nipples.
"You're driving me out of my fucking mind!" Susan cried out. "Keep doing that to me! Oh, baby! What a nice fucking tongue you have!"
He replaced her hands between her legs with one of his own. Her hands immediately went to his cock. She wrapped two fingers around his cock-head and began to gently jerk him off. Her other hand caressed his balls. He had to move away from her and she moaned in protest.
"No, baby," he explained. "Let me rest a minute. I'm so hot I'm going to come all over your hand. You don't want that yet."
She accepted his explanation and waited until he could control himself again. This time he crawled up between her legs and his cock was poised at the entrance to her cunt.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Oh, yes! Stick it in. Stick your huge pole in my cunt and make me feel good! Oh, baby, if Harry had a pole like yours ..."
He laughed as he slowly entered her. Her cunt-walls closed hard around his cock and he began to fuck her in slow, easy strokes.
"Squeeze my balls, baby," he said. "I like to have my balls squeezed."
She quickly slipped her hand between them and began to squeeze his balls. She had a nice, soft hand and it made the fire grow in his heavy nuts.
"Goddamn," he said, "You feel good. You feel so fucking good with my cock in your cunt and your big tits rubbing against my chest."
"I want to make you feel good," she said. "I want to make you feel better than you ever have. I want my ass to be the best piece you've ever had."
"Hang on, baby," he said. "I'm getting close."
He began to fuck her faster and she raised her ass to draw his cock farther up into her cunt. She drew her sturdy legs up and crossed them around his back.
"Does that feel good?" she asked.
"Shit, yes! It feels good. It feels great!"
She let him fuck her that way for a long while. Both of them felt good as his prick drove in and out of her cunt. Susan's insides tingled. Harry's cock had never made her feel really good. Harry's cock had simply made her feel satisfied a little but never completely filled.
"Oh, fuck!" she said. "I'm cominggggg! AHHHHHH! EEEEEEE! GHHHHHHH!!"
She thought she was dying as she poured her juices onto his slippery cock. She thought the world had ended. She didn't believe that he would ever make her feel anything again. But he did. He made her feel because he kept driving his cock into her hot pussy.
"Again," he said. "I'm going to make you come again."
She didn't believe it. No man could go long enough to make her come twice. Of course, the only man she had ever slept with was Harry and he wasn't very good.
"No," she said. "You won't be able to."
But he was laughing and driving into her with a furious fucking that she had never known before. She had to quicken her pace to keep from getting driven through the bed.
"Oh, God!" she cried. "You really are! You really are going to make me come again!"
She felt the juice boil in her once more, felt her cunt tighten as she began to rise to the heights.
"Ohhhhh, shittttt!" she cried. "You really are going to make me comeeeeee!"
This time she tried to draw his precious jizz from him as she came but he was having none of that. He paused in his strokes as she pushed her cunt out at him.
"Come on," she said. "Come inside me. Shoot your wad in my hot cunt!"
"No," he said. "I've got another idea."
He withdrew his cock from her pussy. He got to his knees and straddled her. She thought she knew what she wanted. She opened her mouth to receive his hot cum but it was not to her mouth that he went.
He placed his hot cock, with the little bubble of jism on the end, between her big tits. He closed her tits around his cock.
His dick felt warm and snug in the place between her tits. Her tits were big enough to make plenty of friction.
"You hold them together," he demanded.
She grabbed her tits and held them together on each side of his cock. He began to fuck her tits, driving his cock in and out of the space between them.
"Lower your head," he panted. "When I come, I want you to be able to catch some of it in your mouth."
Susan dropped her head to her chest so that her chin was resting at a spot where his prick appeared from between her tits. She slipped out her tongue and licked him on the next appearance of his cock-head.
"Oh, God yes," he moaned. "That's what I want you to do."
Susan smiled to herself. Gone were all thoughts of Harry and the fact that she was married. Now all that mattered was the cock-head appearing between her tits on every stroke.
She wanted to make this man happy. She wanted to give him the same pleasure that he had given her.
She licked at his cum-slit each time his cock-head appeared. She knew he would not last long and she was right about that.
"Oh, fuckkkkiiinnnnngggg!" he cried out loud, and his huge prick began to pour out its hot load.
The first gob struck her on the nose but she caught some of the rest on her tongue and in her mouth. Some of his jizz ran down her body.
"Oh, God," he said, falling back from her. "That was so fucking good!"
Susan followed him and bent her head to take his cock into her mouth. She liked the warm taste of his jism and she had not taken enough into her mouth.
She began to lick and suck at his cock. She wanted it hard again. She wanted his hard cock deep in her throat where she could drink his jism down.
Richard was glad to oblige. He lay there and thought of how lucky he was to have this beautiful housewife sucking his cock. Why, she probably didn't even suck her husband's cock!
"Yes, baby," he told her. "Suck it down. Suck it good and I'll reward you with another load of cum. I'll send it to your stomach."
She gobbled greedily on his prick until he could stand it no longer. He grabbed her by either side of the head and began to direct her movements.
"Oh, shit, baby!" he groaned. "How about getting on your knees on the side of the bed? I always wanted my ex-wife to suck me that way and she never would."
Quickly Susan left his prick and dropped to her knees beside the bed. He swung his legs off and she fell between them, once more gobbling his prick up to his balls.
"That's so good," he moaned. "I think I'm going to blow your head off when I come."
Susan didn't care. All she cared about was having his huge prick in her mouth and sucking him dry. She tasted his first spurt of cum as she sucked.
"Here it comes, baby!" he said. "Here it comesssss!"
He poured his cum into her mouth and this time she got more than enough for her taste buds. She drank his fuck-juice until his balls were dry, and still she sucked for more.
"Oh, baby," he said, pulling her head away. "Hold on. There'll be time for more. Lots more."
Susan smiled as she looked up to him, because she knew what he said was true.