Chapter 1
"What did you do then?" Eleanor asked, feeling her pussy begin to juice at the other woman's words. She didn't care if Vicki was making up the story or not. It was so damned sexy she could hardly control her rampaging emotions.
"So I said, 'Sure, stud, let's fuck.' I'd had all sorts of men before but never a black."
"Is . . . is it true?" asked Cassie, from across the bridge table, putting her cards down in front of her. "I mean, about how black guys are really well hung?" Her voice was scarcely a whisper but it sounded like cannon-fire to the aroused Eleanor.
Her fingers slipped under the table, her cards forgotten. She had to get to the source of her discomfort. She lifted the hem of her skirt and rapidly sought out the juicy quagmire of her cunt. The fingers slid in easily, the frothy pussy fluids already doing their job of lubrication. She shuddered hard as she heard more of Vicki's provocative words.
"Not really. I mean, God, he had a dork on him that was a good nine inches long." She held up her hands to indicate exactly how long the man's cock had been. "But he didn't know how to use his cock. He was about average, even with that lovely tasty prick of his."
"Tasty?" asked the fourth at the bridge game.
Jet-haired Mara was visibly sweating. The others didn't notice that her hand had vanished under the table, too, and that a rhythmic squishing noise emerged from the area of her crotch. They were too engrossed in Vicki's tale.
"Sure. I went down on him. He was such a lousy fuck I had to do something to get my rocks off. So I took that huge, tasty cock of his into my mouth and gave him a blowjob he'll never forget!"
"God!" moaned Eleanor.
Her own passions had reached the breaking point. It didn't matter to her if Vicki was lying through her teeth or not. Just the thought of going down on a man was enough to make her come. A flood of her creamy inner juices drenched her hand and dampened her panties. It would be embarrassing for her to get up-she was sure that the flood had caused a wet spot on her dress.
"Truth," Vicki said, breathing faster, her own ample tits rising and falling under the thin blouse she wore.
Of all the women at the table, she was the only one not wearing a bra. And it was obvious. Her nipples had sprung up as she started talking. Now they poked out impudently against the fabric, causing tiny wrinkles to appear around the mushroom-sized nubbin of hard flesh.
"God!" repeated Eleanor.
These bridge games had started out innocently enough a few months ago. But they had rapidly turned into bitch-sessions. They started in on their husbands-how the men just rolled on top, fucked till they came and then railed off and went to sleep. The same pattern had formed in all four of their marriages. The women had been drawn together by their unfulfilled sex lives.
Then someone-Eleanor couldn't even remember who it was-had started talking about her extra-marital affairs. They had all added to the tale. She had lied-Eleanor had never fucked a man other than Jack, her husband. She had been reasonably content for the first few years of their marriage, but the past three had been frustrating for her.
She needed more than simple in-and-out fucking. She loved the feel of his prick driving mercilessly into her cunt, filling her to overflowing, making her into a complete woman, but she never got enough. And she wanted to experiment. She had read all the books-the sex manuals, the so-called marriage aides-and they had fired her with a need that Jack couldn't bring out in her.
Eleanor's loins burned with the desire for huge pricks reaming her out. She couldn't get the thought of sucking off a man out of her head. Jack didn't like it-or so he said. And he would absolutely refuse her requests to have her pussy eaten out.
Once he had fucked her up the ass. He said he didn't like it, and she never asked again. The sexual hunger grew inside her until it threatened to consume her. She was almost mad with frustrated sexual desire when these bridge games had begun. Now they only added fuel to the flames of her discontent. She listened to the others tell of how bad off they were when it came to the fucking department.
These talks they had around the bridge table were more than likely nothing but the women's own fantasies.
She shivered anew, remembering that story. It hadn't been true-but she wished it was. Eleanor had watched the dog fucking a bitch in heat, and it had done something to her.
She shivered again, her fingers reaming deeper and harder against the soft walls of her fluid twat. She came. She didn't care if the others saw it or not-they were probably lost in their own personal fantasy worlds, too.
Vicki loved to talk about the black stud she had gone down on. The taste of his ebony fuck stick seemed to linger in her mind. Eleanor had never asked if this was for real or not. She didn't dare ask.
Eleanor was afraid that lust might actually drive her to perform that perverted deed if she was pushed too far.
"And he fucked me, hard, long-oh sweet Jesus, I can still feel his prick moving in and out of my lips. He face-fucked me. His cock was so huge it almost ripped my lips!"
Eleanor couldn't stand it any longer. She had to be alone. She rose and ran from the room, her fingers remaining buried knuckles-deep up her cunt. The torrent of pussyjuice leaking out and onto her thighs only added to her arousal. She came again, as much from the movement of her legs as from the thoughts of illicit sex rampaging through her brain.
Panting, she leaned against the counter in the kitchen. Her eyes opened and she spied a hand mixer. The bulbous wooden handle was being wasted. She pulled it across the counter with shaking hands and immediately pressed the hard wood to her juicy cuntlips.
"Ummm. . . oh, I shouldn't," she moaned aloud. But she knew she would.
The woman felt the rounded portion of the handle on her inner cuntlips, then felt it plunge all the way into the silken depths of her pussy.
She screamed out her passionate cry of orgasm and then began fucking her tight little pussy with the wood handle until her. cuntwalls burned with the friction of the frantic motion.
"Oh . . . oh . . . ohhhhh!" she shrieked, coming again and again.
The handle filled her fully. No man's prick could be this huge-Jack sure wasn't. She fantasized the guy fucking her. She got off again. And the man in Vicki's fantasy. She came and came and came until she was drained, exhausted.
Leaning back against the counter, her ass neatly perched on the edge, she opened her eyes and sucked in her breath in horror. She had totally forgotten that the refrigerator repairman was here working on the refrigerator. The man stood, his mouth hanging open in sheer amazement.
"What's the matter?" she demanded, frightened and yet strangely turned on by the idea that the man had been watching her.
"Uhh... nothing, lady, nothing."
She saw the huge bulge at his crotch. He had a boner just aching to be released. And she had given it to him!
Eleanor didn't know what possessed her. She didn't lower her skirt and chastely hide her naked cunt from the man. Instead she walked across the floor and sidled up to him, rubbing her naked leg against his trouser-clad one. Her cunt was just inches away from the mound of his prick.
"See anything else you want to fix?" she asked, her voice husky with sex.
Somehow, she couldn't quite believe she was doing this. This wasn't anything more than another of the fantasies she and the other women traded over the bridge table. It had an unreal feeling to it. She was a good girl. She would never knowingly commit adultery.
And this hardly seemed wrong. It was just an addition to the fantasies she had ben enjoying while she masturbated with the handle of the egg-beater.
"Uh . . . I . . ." the man stammered. He had blundered into something he had only heard about. This was completely outside the man's experience. "Why don't you plug the leak with a nice, big plug of cock?"
Her fingers dived down to his fly. A metallic hissing signaled the opening of his zipper and his cock leaped out, as eager as a racehorse in the starting gate. Her feverish fingers clamped around the turgid length instantly. She wasn't going to allow it to escape, not when it was this close to her needy cunt.
"Fuck me!" she breathed hotly into the man's ear. "Take me right here. Fuck me until I can't stand it any more-then fuck me even more!"
"Goddamn, lady, this is..."
"Do it!"
She insistently pulled at the meaty shaft of his prick. Her leg encircled his waist and she positioned herself directly over the crown of his cock. A little dip and she shuddered in delight. The hot purpled knob of his cock poked between her trembling pink cuntlips.
"You asked for it, lady, and you're gonna get it! Every goddamn fucking inch of it!"
He shoved his prick balls-deep into her seething hot cunt. They both shuddered and simply stood motionless for a moment. The shock that passed through Eleanor's body threatened to shatter her like a pane of glass struck by a hammer.
"Oh, God, it's so big!" she moaned."
The woman still couldn't quite believe that this wasn't a fantasy. That the man existed and was getting ready to fuck the shit out of her seemed unlikely to her. She simply reveled in the feel of his pulsating fuck-stick pressing so hotly against her cuntwalls.
"You ain't felt nothing yet, lady. Just wait till I get my balance."
He shifted his weight around and felt her leg tighten on his waist. This pulled his prick even deeper into her steamy cunt. The man moaned, and for the first time Eleanor realized this wasn't simply part of her fantasy.
She panicked. She had never cheated on Jack before. And she was doing this with a man she didn't even know. He was just some anonymous repairman. What bothered her the most was the stark arousal coursing through her trim body. She hadn't fell this hot to fuck in years-and certainly not with Jack, since they had been married.
The man's rough, work-hardened hands clamped firmly on her waist and bent her backwards, causing her twat to press even more firmly into his crotch. She felt her cuntlips crushed against the man's prick.
And then she was totally lost.
This was the perfect quickie for her. She could just walk off and totally deny this had ever happened if Jack ever did happen to hear about it. She could enjoy this adulterous fucking and couldn't be held to account far it!
"Fuck me good!" she demanded. "I won't accept any halfway stuff. I want every goddamn fucking inch of that sweet fucking prick of yours!"
The words turned her on even more. When she and Jack fucked, they seldom said anything to each other. It was almost by accident she'd found out that dirty words made her even homier. Now she was exploring this to the fullest.
'Fuck me with that prick of yours. Drive it into my cunt. Thick the living stilt out of meeee!"
She couldn't hold back her came. It seized her, shook her, tossed her high into the air and robbed her of speech. She could only moan incoherently. The orgasm was the most intense and wondrous she had ever experienced. The woman actually cried, huge tears leaving salty tracks down her cheeks. By the time the ice-and-iron grip of her come had left she felt drained. But that hard demanding cock refused to allow her to test.
The man bent his knees, gathered strength and speed and shot up into her softly yielding cunt like a rocket blasting off the launching pad. She struggled passionately in his grip, filled, with his throbbing cock.
"Oh God . . . God!" she cried. "I can't take any more of that prick! Stop . . . please stop it!"
"Hell if I will!" he grunted. "You asked for my cock, lady, and you're gonna get every fucking inch of it shoved all the way up your twat!"
The man made good on his claim. Her leg tightened around his waist as she bent farther and farther back, his hand in the small of her back. His prick shot into her cunt with a lewd, hot squishing noise that aroused her all over again. Never had she heard such passionate sounds coming from her own cunt. She had never been this juiced-up for Jack-ever.
She began to help with the fucking. Tensing and relaxing her pussy-walls around the man's hard driving fuck stick, she tried to get him off. She felt the thick head of his cock begin to expand. The pulsating veins on the sides of the hard shaft excited her anew. She came again, her pussy smashing down with mindless fury around the man's deeply hidden cock.
"Ungh!" he grunted, the pressure from her velvety walls almost robbing him of his come. His balls had tightened up and churned in the small prison of his sac. The thick stew of his jism boiled and threatened to erupt at any instant.
He fucked faster, the friction pleasantly burning his prick. He grunted with every stroke into her cunt. Her pussy-lips actually folded into her fucktunnel, so great was his speed and depth of penetration.
She came repeatedly, her pussy squeezing down on his cock until he could no longer bear it. His hips took over and sank his cock even deeper into the clutching heat of her cunt.
She felt his prick fill her even fuller as it expanded with more and more excited blood hammering into it. Every single beat of his heart caused his cock to jerk about in the tight confines of her wet, demanding pussy. She tensed and relaxed her muscles around his cock again, and this time they came together.
His prick erupted like a volcano. He spewed out the white-hot cream of his jism, coating the insides of her fuck-tunnel. The liquid rush of his cum sent her soaring off into another sexual orbit. They grunted and moaned and sweated together, their arms clutching wildly at one another. She pulled his prick even deeper into her needy cunt by tensing the leg she had wrapped around his waist.
When his fountaining cock had died, turning into a limp worm, and slipped from her cunt, Eleanor was dog-tired.
She sighed and stumbled across the kitchen to prop her ass against the edge of the counter-top again. This time she chastely lowered her skirt, neglecting to pull up her panties first. It wouldn't have mattered. They were in shreds from the passion she had shown earlier. She had ripped them, and the repairman had further torn them until only tiny wisps of nylon remained.
"C-can you be finished here soon?" she asked.
She couldn't pull her eyes off the man's limp prick dangling out of his pants. He hastily stuffed his flaccid cock back into his fly and zipped up.
"Be out of here before you know it," he said, turning back to his repair job.
Eleanor patted her dismayed hair back into place and went into the living room. She didn't know if she should tell her three friends about what had just happened or not. After all, they told each other about their fantasies, not the nitty-gritty realities of their real-life adulterous affairs.