Chapter 1
Amanda Thornton held the man's cock with both hands and lowered her face to the damp, wiry hairs. Slowly, she flicked out her tongue and ran it over the smooth, rubbery surface of his prick, inhaling deeply. The smell was overpowering, something she hadn't experienced in two years. Not since Wes had died. She pulled back suddenly and closed her eyes, unable to shake off the guilt that shrouded her like a heavy fog.
"Come on, Amanda, suck it," Bob Wilder, her foreman, whispered, spreading his legs slightly. He looked at the pained expression on her face and smiled. "You know you want it. You know we both want it."
"Yes," Amanda answered, swallowing hard. She opened her eyes and again looked at his swollen slab of cock-meat. "I ... I do want it," she added, as if trying to convince herself.
Two years without a man, she thought. Without Wes. It seemed a lifetime. At first, she had been too torn up emotionally over his death even to consider sex. Later, the sadness was replaced with anger. It had only been in the past month that the internal rage had been calmed—calmed by this man. He had taken her off the assembly line at the plant, had given her one of the coveted jobs as inspector—but more, he had been understanding.
Then why was she here? In his office, between his legs, her hands on his prick? Her mind flashed back to what had happened just a few moments ago.
Bob had been on his knees, peering into the motor of one of the molding machines, his large hands stained with dark-amber oil. Stripped to the waist, his muscular back was a study in masculine perfection, the hard angles glistening with sweat. Without thinking, she had reached out and had touched his massive shoulder, feeling an electric jolt run up her arm. He had turned, and without either of them saying a word, they had walked to his office, where they were now.
"You know you want it," Bob gasped again.
Amanda nodded her head, then bit down on his cock, sucking the huge, rounded tip across the roof of her mouth. As his prick-tip slipped between her tonsils and burned the back of her throat, she pursed her lips at the thick, hairy foot, feeling the long shaft pulsate wildly. Slowly, she pulled back, lapping her tongue around the loose folds of foreskin.
"Oh . . . my God!" she gasped. "It's . . .it's better than I remember! It's been ... so long!"
Quickly, she gulped back down, twisting her face around, finally brushing her forehead over his flat, hairy belly. She grabbed both his cum-filled nuts and rolled them over her cheeks, shivering as the rough texture scraped her soft flesh.
"Oh, shit, baby," Bob grunted, placing his hands at the back of her neck, "you don't know how long I've wanted this! God, this, and tearing into that little pussy of yours!" He crushed her face savagely into his crotch and humped upward at the same time, totally impaling his meat in the back of her throat. "Now . . . suck me, cocksucker! Suck it good!"
As his prick molded into her mouth, Amanda felt every sensation fade, except the delicious feel of his body. She snuggled a little closer, now feeling the hairs of his muscular thighs against the sides of her arms.
"Mmmmmm," she groaned, licking back up to his enormous cock-head. She held it between her lips for a few seconds, then spit it out, where it flopped onto his belly with a dull thud.
"Hey, you're not going to stop, are you?" Bob asked, alarm in his eyes.
"No," she answered. "I just want to look at it for awhile. Remember, I haven't had a dick in two years." She held his gigantic cock at an angle to his body and sat back on her haunches. "And I don't think I've ever seen one more beautiful!" she added, her eyes glazing with ecstasy.
His prick had to be almost a foot long, she thought. Darker than the rest of his tanned body, with a slight purplish color, it made the curly hairs that haloed the root seem almost black, not like the chestnut-colored hairs that fanned out over his wide chest. And his balls were as big as peaches, the left one slightly larger, throbbing against the inside of his thigh lewdly.
Little had she realized what a fantastic cock he had when she first met him a little over a month ago. Of course, she had been attracted by his huge, hulking frame, his rough, angular face, his almost-cruel mouth, his piercing, dark-blue eyes—but she hadn't imagined anything like this!
"So . . . wonderful," she whispered leaning forward once more. She slid the tip of her tongue up and down the underside of his prick, savoring the salty flavor of dried cum and piss. "Let me take it slow," she added, placing her parted lips over the rounded end. "Let me make it last."
"I . . . I don't know about that," Bob winced. "You keep teasing me like that and I just might shoot my wad on my stomach."
"Oommmmm!" Amanda groaned, gobbling down his shaft. She wasn't about to let a single, precious drop of his cream go anyplace put her hungry throat!
As she began bobbing her head up and down, she felt the head of his cock ram down her throat. Already her pussy was tingling deliciously, her ciit rippling with tiny explosions. She squeezed her knees together for some relief, but felt the ache only increase.
"Wow, you are cock-hungry, aren't you?" Bob grunted, watching her shiver with ecstasy. "If you hadn't been so weird, we could have been doing this weeks ago!" He increased the pressure behind her neck, then wrapped his legs around her waist, locking his ankles over her ass. "But we can make up for lost time, sweetheart," he added. "Now that I've got you, nothing is gonna stop us now." . Fully engulfed in his hard, hairy masculinity, Amanda felt as safe as a baby. She sucked him harder, faster, each stroke increasing the intensity^ of her growing ecstasy.
"Oh, God, this is good!" she winced, pulling his prick-meat away from hqr mouth and licking around the foreskin. She could already smell the steam from his nearing climax, feel it etch the in-sides of her nostrils like acid. "I . . .1 love your cock! It's so big and hard and ..."
Her words suddenly trailed off to a muffled choke as she chewed back down his rigid shaft. When her lips touched the wiry hairs, she froze for a second, then began bucking with anguish. A massive convulsion of raw, unbridled release shot up and down her cunt-canal, bursting around the tiny, oozing opening.
"Mmmmfffff!" she gurgled, digging her nails into the hard, ribboned muscles of his thighs.
"Lick it, cunt," Bob growled, almost getting off the chair. "Goddamn you, suck it in your cum-eating throat and . . . and . . . "He gave a long, wheezing cry of pain, trying desperately to lock the muscles at the base of his cock, to delay the spurting pressure of his climax. He was too late, however, as explosive wads of cum were already churning up the center of his throbbing shaft. "Oh5•-. . fucking . . . Jesus!" he grimaced, his upper body falling over her kneeling form. "Suck, whore! Suck me . . . now!"
When the first scalding gob of jism burst inside the back of her throat, Amanda thought the top of her head would blow off. The man's orgasm was nothing like she'd ever experienced before—so potent, so powerful. And even before she had a chance to gulp down the creamy jism, another gigantic lump shot from his cum-hole. Within a matter of seconds, her entire mouth was steaming with cock-cream, the searing fluid surging under her tongue, between her teeth.
"Holy . . . motherfuck!" Bob growled, now pumping his ass up and down, drilling the bulk of his jism between her teeth. "Eat it, cocksucker! Oh . . . fucking . . . sweet . . . goddamned Jesus! Suck me . . . dry, whore!"
Amanda gobbled as quickly'as she could, but even her eager mouth couldn't take all he had to offer. The whole time she was sucking his juices into her throat, much more was spewing from the end of his cock. A few seconds later, twin, silvery streams of milky fluid shot from the corners of her lips, rolling to her chin.
"Aaaaaghhhhh!" she groaned, her pleasure matching his. A near-painful spasm of hard release tore at the depths of her pussy, flaming forward. As the convulsion swept around her vibrating slit-hole, her back arched violently, almost snapping her spine. She gave another choking cry as the ecstasy peaked, then thundered back inside her spasming pussy.
"Oh . . . fuck . . . yes," Bob groaned, falling back, his chest heaving. He felt the last spurt of cum boil from the end of his cock and melt into the back of her mouth. "Yes . . . yes . . . yes," he whispered over and over.
When Amanda's pleasure finally subsided, leaving her pussy throbbing deliciously, she licked the last of his jism into her throat and held her head back, letting the force of gravity pull it into heT stomach. She then gave a throaty moan and slipped her mouth away from his cock.
"That . . . that was the best I've ever had," she gasped, eyeing his still: rock-hard shaft. "So creamy and rich and hot and ..."
"Let me have yours," Bob whispered, interrupting. "I've been waiting to see what that little cunt looks like for so long tr&t I'm not going to wait any longer!"
"Don't you want me to clean you up first?" Amanda teased, darting her tongue into a milky pool that clung to the hairs of his crotch. "Mmm-mmmmm, I want to," she added, sucking his stray cum into her mouth.
"Yeah ... but hurry," Bob said, feeling his excitement renew itself. "I'm gonna strap your pussy on like a gas mask."
As she gobbled the stray wads of jism into her throat, Amanda had time to think of what she had done. Surely Wes wouldn't have blamed her. She tried, God knows she tried!
"Hey, what's the matter?" Bob asked, noticing her pained expression. "You thinking about.. . ?"
"Yes," Amanda admitted. That was the wonderful thing about Bob. She could be totally honest, even more so than she'd ever been with Wes. For one thing, she knew Bob would understand. "I'm . . . sorry," she whispered, sitting back.
-.,._ "Don't be," he said, kissing her forehead. -^Mell, Wes was a part of you for almost twenty years. And I'm not asking you to give up his memory. Nothing like that. I'm just asking to be part of you in the future."
"You will be," Amanda said, although she didn't know how far she wanted to go. He wanted to marp§r her, but she had even refused to consider that. There was too much at stake. Four grown children, for one thing, even though they loved him as much as he obviously did them. "Let's not talk . . . now," she added, standing.
"You're not leaving," Bob grinned, pulling her close. "Not until I've had a peek at this little pussy anyway."
Before she could react—because she did want to leave, to have time to think about what had happened—he hiked her skirt up and yanked her panties down.
"Oh . . . Jesus!" he grunted, staring at the damp patch of peach-colored cunt-hair, the same color as the hair that framed her beautiful face. "What a nice, tight little box!"
Immediately, he clamped his mouth around the slightly convex cunt-mound and darted thg tip of his tongue inside. As her pussy-juice slicked up the insides of his mouth, he inhaled deeply, savoring the musky aroma. He then pulled away and dug his thumbs into the loose folds of skin that surrounded her delicate cunt-entrance. Slowly, he pulled back, revealing her pink, frothy pussy-canal and the gently fluttering muscles of her fuck-hole.
"God, baby, I can't wait to drill my cock in here and fuck the shit out of you!" he grunted, again stabbing the tip of his tongue inside her pussy.
Amanda felt an almost immediate spasm of pleasure thunder backward. There had been nothing inside her cunt for so long—except her fingers on lonely nights-Mt was almost as if she were a virgin again. She placed her feet firmly apart and jutted her hips forward, sucking more of his tongue inside.
"Oh . . .yes!" she cried out, throwing her head back and chewing her lower lip. "Eat my cunt, you bastard! God . .'. yessssss!"
Her orgasm was over almost as soon as it started, but left her insides begging for another. She dropped her hands to his wide shoulders and pulled him harder into her crotch. A new, even more wonderful sensation swelled in her pussy.
"Like this, huh?" Bob growled, now flicking his tongue in and out savagely. "Forgot how good it was, I'll bet. Well, you just wait, baby, when I ram my dick in your cunt, you're gonna love it even more."
"Fuck me! God ... fuck me with your tongue*" Amanda gasped, her words barely audible. The pressure inside her body was so great she thought her lungs would burst. "Ram it to me and . . . and lick me into your pussy-eating throat!"
"Mmmmmmmm, so fucking sweet and hot," Bob murmured, now chewing around the base of her throbbing clit. "Best little pussy I've ever sucked in my life!"
When Amanda felt his teeth nibble into the wet flesh just above her pulsating cunt-hole, then the pressure of his mouth on her clit, she jerked so hard she almost fell over. If he hadn't been holding her so tight, she would have.
"Aieeeeeeee!" she screamed, clawing his back with her jiails, humping her upper body over the top of his head. "Give it to me . . . God ... give it!to me . . . hardddddddd!"
"Jesus fucking God!" Bob grunted, unable to believe the heat from her body. The pussy-juices were now steaming, searing into his tongue and throat like lye. "Mmmmmmmm, I love this! God, fucking love it!"
He continued spearing his tongue in and out while he worked around her pussy with his teeth and lips, trying to ignore the hard throbs that clutched his nuts like a hand. He knew, however, he couldn't wait much longer. Already, his cock was slapping against his belly, sending painful jabs into his loins.
"Unhhhhhhh!" Amanda screamed, feeling one last convulsion of raw ecstasy. The sensation burned into the depths of her cunt, then slowly crept forward, clamping around his tongue. "Yes ... yes ... yes, eat," she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed.
She staggered backward a few seconds later and sat in the chair opposite him, her chest heaving with excitement.
"Thank you, Bob," she whispered. "I ... I don't know when I've felt'so . . . good before.'^
"1 should be the one thanking you," the man laughed, licking the warm residue of cunt-juice from his chin. He was silent for a moment, just watching her glistening patch of pussy, feeling his hunger return. "You about ready to let me tear into that?" he asked.
"Could we . . . wait?" Amanda asked. "This has happened so quick, and-. . . and I need time to think."
Irritation showed on". Bob's face, but he controlled it well. He knew she'd made a big step in just the past few minutes and didn't want to rush things. Ignoring the painful ache in his balls, however, wasn't the easiest thing in the world. He shrugged his shoulders and looked away, through the wire-meshed window that separated them from the rest of the plant.
"When?" he asked, his voice just above a whisper, "Since my vacation starts today," Amanda began, pulling her panties up her legs, "I'll have a lot of time to think, to get to know my kids again, and . .,. well, I don't want either of us to jump into anything we'll later regret."
"I won't regret it," he said, looking at her earnestly. "Not for a minute."
"I appreciate that," she said, zipping up her skirt, then standing. "But there's a lot to consider. My kids have just gotten into a new routine, what with Wes dying, and . . . and, I just don't want them to suffer."
"Whatever you say, sweetheart," Bob said, slipping his cock inside his trousers. He shot her a grin, then stood. "Can I see you? The place won't be the same here without you."
"It's just going to be for a week," she laughed. "Can't you do without me that long?"
"Nope," he laughed. "Tonight?"
"Sure" she said, walking over and embracing him. "Tonight. How about eight?"
"How about eight inches?" he whispered into her ear.
"You beast," she laughed, then kissed him. "Eight inches at eight, then:"
After she left him, she felt free as a bird. Even the old Chevy she and the boys had wired together for her work transportation, didn't look as junky as usual. In fact, the entire world looked beautiful.
"Home, baby," she said, patting the steering wheel. "A whole week away from Allied Container Company!"
The old car, however, didn't quite share her exuberance. About a mile from her house, it conked out, after a pathetic little death rattle.
For some reason, unknown even to Amanda, she got out of the car and walked toward home, not even bothering to look back. It was as if she had left a part of her life behind. In fact, the car was completely forgotten as she raced the last few feet toward the back door of her house.
She pulled open the screen door and was about to yell out, when she heard a shrill female voice which stopped her dead in her tracks.
"Oh . . . God, yes, Skip!" the girl screamed. "Fuck me just like that! Ram it to me, you big bull! Oh . . . oh . . . oh, Godddddddd!"
As if in a dream, she tiptoed through the kitchen and into the hall, toward the direction of the screaMs. As she neared herv son's bedroom, she could actually smell sex. She paused just outside the door and peered around the corner.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped, her hand flying to her face. Skip's hairy ass fobbing up and down like a jackhammer, his huge cock plunging in and out of a blonde-haired cunt-hole. "Oh . . . my God," she whispered again, feeling an emotion surge through her body that made her feel almost dirty, guilty. She bit her tongue to keep from even thinking the thought. But from this angle, her son looked exactly like her late husband. Too much. Far too fucking much.