Chapter 1
The van in the driveway of the neat white house said, Johnny's Lightning TV Service, and Johnny Edmonds had to grin as he rang the doorbell. His partner Al said the TV actually stood for Tit-Vagina service. A nice, easygoing guy, Al, a true buddy.
And Al's wife was a frantic little piece of ass too, Johnny mused as he rang the bell again.
It was easy to see why Al insisted he was a happily married man, and agreed to let Johnny take most of the out-calls while he manned the shop. Hell, it wasn't Johnny's fault that Al's plump-breasted, juicy-assed young wife liked a little wild action on the side. Of course if huge, brawny Al ever found out....
Impatiently, Johnny rang the bell a third time, hoisting his tool kit with one rugged arm. It was a bright sunny morning in Ocean City, and Johnny was curious to see what the Police Chief's wife looked like. Her voice on the phone had been husky but snappish as if she were used to getting instant service.
Fuck her, thought Johnny, deliberately taking time out for two cups of coffee before answering the service call. The new Police Chief of Ocean City was generally considered to be a mean sonofabitch, an import from the vice squad in San Francisco up north. And there were rumors that his wife had been a call-girl in the city once, an expensive one no less. But gossip ran like wildfire in a small, conservative town like this and you could ignore most of it.
But the moment the Chief's wife opened the door, Johnny decided the rumor was true.
"Well, it's about time," she said in her throaty voice. But her eyes raked over his lean muscled body with interest. "For Christ's sake, I've already missed one soap opera. What the hell else is there to do in this hick town?"
Johnny grinned and entered the house. "You could try embroidery, ma'am."
Deliberately, her shining brown eyes lingered on the huge bulge of his pants for a few moments and a soft shudder passed through her body. She was naked beneath her robe and she'd only been awake for half an hour, but she was already horny.
And there was something sexy about this hick with his sleek black hair and easygoing grin. Young, well-muscled, obviously hung like a bull, a country boy like Li'l Abner-only not dumb at all, judging from his sharp eyes.
They stood in the foyer, sizing each other up for a minute, Johnny's eyes taking in her lush rounded tits pressing against the robe, her curved hips above long legs. About thirty-five, he guessed, must have been a terrific knockout once, and she still was a gorgeously curved hunk, a luscious brunette. But her face had a hard expression, cynical, with a fuck-you smile on her sultry lips.
She'd been around and it showed.
"Where's the victim?" he finally said.
She led him into the living room, while he watched her luscious ass bounce against her robe. She'd already begun giving him a tremendous hardon, but Johnny firmly told himself, hell, no!
Not the Police Chief's wife, no goddamn way.
"All I get is sound and a snowstorm," she said. "If I wanted a damn blizzard for breakfast I would have moved to Alaska, right?"
"Your husband might not like that," Johnny said, switching on the color TV.
"Frankly," she said in a very soft voice, "I couldn't give less of a shit what he likes. Coffee?"
"Yeah, sure," Johnny said, unplugging the TV. He watched her leave, knowing her legs would be sleek and silken, hot and sexy locked around his waist. No fucking way, he told himself again, unscrewing the back-cover of the TV.
He already had more action than he could handle, with new prospects coming in every week. Half the housewives and working girls in this town were actually looking for it on the side, and by having Johnny come to their houses and apartments they didn't even have to dress up and go hunting for it.
No wonder Al called it a Tit-Vagina service.
That's how he'd met his own wife, Karen, a frantically passionate young blonde six months ago. He was in her apartment less than five minutes when they were screwing savagely, Karen whipping her juicy cunt with screaming ecstasy beneath his enormous prick. A month later they'd been married. At twenty-six, Johnny had had no intention of getting tied down, especially not with a racket like his TV Service.
But he'd gotten hooked on her fierce, slippery hot pussy, her wild, eager sexiness. They still screwed two and three times every night-in addition to all the hotly eager pussy Johnny got on the side.
At first, the rugged TV repairman actually tried to be faithful, but it was a virtual impossibility with all the juicy ass being thrown at him constantly. It wasn't just because he was good-looking and powerfully built. Johnny didn't have to be psychologist to figure out why women became so feverishly horny when he was in their houses and apartments.
It was their golden opportunity, their chance to let their hair down and screw to their heart's delight, because he was in their private territory and they didn't have to go out and play games to get some hot action. And they instinctively knew when they stared into his eyes he could be trusted. He wasn't about to go around shooting his mouth off, especially since more than half of them were married.
Just the other day an eager young redhead in an apartment complex had practically raped him, and afterwards said to him with a broad grin:
"So you're Johnny Lightning!"
The word had gotten around through the female singles' grapevine that he was ready, rock-hard and rip-roaringly hung, and he was amused to find out they called him Johnny Lightning behind his back. Not because he came like lightning-hell, he could fuck for a steady half-hour with ease-but because he was ready night or day to fix their throbbing wet cunts as well as their TV's on a moment's notice.
He could get his enormous rod up in a flash, like lightning.
And half the time there was nothing wrong with their TV sets. It was their aching pussies that needed fixing, that craved reliable servicing.
The Police Chief's wife returned to the living room with coffee for both of them. She put both cups on the low table before the sofa.
"Hey, ease up there, hot rod," she told him. "Come on over here and have your coffee."
"I charge by the hour, you know," he told her with a grin.
"So did I, once," she said in her soft husky voice. He settled beside her, lighting her cigarette with his lighter. She exhaled smoke through flared nostrils, her eyes gleaming on him with that unmistakable message. He'd come to recognize that look over the past five years of servicing a steady stream of frustrated housewives and eager working girls.
No possible way, he reminded himself grimly. He'd met her husband only once, but he didn't like those steely grey eyes or that tight mouth. The Chief carried a .357 Magnum, too-a hand gun that was actually a cannon. You could blow a goddamn elephant off his feet with one of those, Johnny knew.
Beside him, the Chief's wife sensed what he was thinking. She'd been married for five years, knowing she had to get out of the call-girl racket before it was too late. Her husband was a lieutenant on in the vice squad in the city, with a surprisingly sweet young daughter who was sixteen now. Sally would have left the sonofabitch years ago if it hadn't been for his daughter. She was genuinely fond of Lisa, more of a mother to her than her real mother ever would be.
Almost too fond of her, Sally thought with a rush of excitement. She'd played some biazarre games when she was in the racket, learning you could get your kicks from other girls just as passionately as with a man. Only different....
Just thinking about sixteen-year-old, lusciously curved Lisa was getting her unbearably hot now. Sally could feel her slippery cunt throbbing and seeping inside her robe. Jesus, this guy was hung! She could see his thick rod straining at his pants like an oversize salami.
Sure, it was dangerous-damn risky-to screw around on someone like her husband, but when you got down to it the cold-blooded bastard wasn't leaving her any choice. He was a hop-on, hop-off artist, getting his rocks off in less than two minutes. And she knew why he'd offered to marry her, too-she gave the most fantastic blowjob in the world. It was, in fact, her classic specialty in the trade. She used to get as much as a hundred dollars a session and her lips were practically a legend in San Francisco.
They said, with truth, that she'd teased more than one rich old client into an early grave with her fierce hot lips and tongue. Well, at least they went out in style, she thought with amusement, they died happy.
Once she got her ferocious mouth on a man's cock, he felt as if he were on a roller-coaster ride that was racing madly out of control.
And Sally knew how to go down on girls too, using every diabolical trick in the trade and inventing a few of her own.
Her tits were panting eagerly against her robe now and she could see his prick pulsing furiously against his pants. They were both thinking the same thing, except he was afraid. You only had to meet her husband once to know why.
Johnny had damn good reason to be, only Sally wasn't about to tell him that.
"Listen," she whispered suddenly, sliding her palm across his throbbing bulge and shivering with wild excitement. "There's nothing to worry about. He never comes home before six, never. I want it, and you want it, so let's quit playing games."
Before Johnny could say anything, she'd stood up and slipped off her robe. She tossed it on the floor and he sucked in his breath. Jesus! What tits!
They were lush, creamy mounds, massively panting with swollen desire, their dusky nipples fat with lust. Beneath a narrow waist, her hips curved out sensually and tapered down to long silken legs. Her thick tangle of cunt-hairs was dripping wit urgent excitement.
She knelt between his legs, her eyes blazing on his bulge. She talked in an urgent whisper as she unzipped his fly and uncoiled his pounding meat in her fingers.
"Ah, that's a beauty!" Sally murmured as his cock quivered wildly in her caressing fingers. "I ought to know, honey, I've seen enough of them." Her wild eyes locked onto his for a moment. "Listen, if I blow you will you be able to come again afterward? I need this everywhere, for Chris-sake-I'm so horny I could explode! Can you?"
The last of Johnny's determination to play it safe crumbled as the moaning brunette flicked out her long burning tongue against his crimson knob, just a lashing tease to lap up the thick drop of cream oozing out of his prick.
"Count on it," Johnny groaned, cupping her head in his hands. A moment later, the naked Police Chief's wife had grasped four inches of his boiling meat lustfully in her burning mouth and had sucked so furiously that Johnny almost came on the spot. It was no more than an obscene preview, though.
Kneeling between his legs, Sally began to give the TV repairman the most passionate, unforgettable and spine-tingling blowjob of his entire life.
"Jeeeeeezus!" Johnny panted, clutching her head tightly in his hands, not even bothering to lunge in her mouth. "Oh, wow, hey, lady, woww! Ummmm! What a fucking-unnnnnnnnnf! What a blowjob! Whew!"
Although she was actually only thirty-four, Sally had been sucking off boys and men for more than twenty years-since she'd reached her thirteenth birthday. And the major reason she was such an artist and gave such a wildly exciting blowjob was her unashamed love of the task.
The Chief's stunningly curved wife would rather go down on a man-or a luscious girl-than go shopping for mink. Her very soul was in her lips and frantic long tongue, in her juicy tight mouth, as she ravenously slid her lips back and forth on Johnny's throbbing dick. Low moans of animal bliss came from her throat, as she whipped her mouth expertly-now sucking savagely, now pausing only with her lips on his knob and flicking her tongue-tip against his prick-head-to make him groan with lust.
And while the madly excited brunette lavished the best of her oral ability on Johnny's long, quivering rod, she held the base of his cock firmly between her thumb and forefinger. Not painfully tight, but just tight enough to control his ejaculation. She didn't want the handsome TV repairman to shoot off his burning jism in her mouth just yet. Sally wanted to savor every throbbing inch of his prick in her hungry mouth.
"Kee-rist, lady, that's too much!" Johnny gasped when she suddenly ripped her teeth gently cross the surface of his boiling meat, then capped the thrill by licking his red crown furiously with her hot tongue. "Fantastic!"
Johnny knew he would have shot off into her mouth minutes ago if it hadn't been for her vise-like grip on his dick. He'd had more than his share of torrid blowjobs from eager girls and horny housewives, but the Police Chief's wife made them all look like Girl Scouts-even his own sexy, hot-lipped wife.
And Karen gave a terrific blowjob, her tight, frenzied mouth almost as fiercely exciting as her hot, gushing cunt, but the softly-curved blonde was still no match for the ferociously sucking brunette.
Every thrill was different as Sally sucked and lapped and kissed his colossal hardon, pausing every minute or so to nibble on his swollen knob with dainty, tingling bites, then ramming as much of his thick meat as she could into her mouth.
The brunette was deliberately giving him her super-special, using her wanton lips and tongue with such lascivious skill that when he finally got his rocks off, it would be a violent explosion of come spurting in her eager throat, a torrent of creamy jism. She was teasing herself as much as Johnny, working herself up to a tremendous pitch of excitement, to an orgasm that would leave her gasping madly when she finally rammed his immense rod up her aching cunt.
Sally had been seething with lust for weeks now, ever since they'd moved to this hick town from San Francisco. Her selfish husband never bothered to see if she got her rocks off any more. In the city she'd been screwing one of his best friends, a vice detective, two or three times a week. Now she needed a reliable, thrilling hot cock here in her new home, and judging from the lustful power gorging her mouth, she'd sure as hell found it.
Although she was so feverishly hot she would have loved to ram his massive prick brutally deep in her pussy the moment she saw Johnny, she'd decided to hook him with her super-special. If she could get him to come by just twice a week, it would take the harsh edge off her profound sex-drive.
When she felt his burning cock quiver ominously and grow rock-hard, about to spurt, she gripped it even tighter in her fist. If she hadn't been in such a damned hurry, she would have slipped his pants off first so she could lick and suck on his balls, give him a bonus. But from the grunts and groans issuing from his chest, he wasn't exactly falling asleep.
There were those who said Sally's lengendary mouth was wilder, tighter, more satisfying than any pussy, so juicy and exciting that certain of her wealthier customers-when she was in the trade-flew all the way from the East Coast just for one of her super-specials. She had an awesome reputation in the city.
Now Johnny sucked in his breath as another shock-wave tore through his long prick as Sally sucked on it with electrifying power. He knew nothing about her lengendary background, but he did know she was driving him crazy with the most fantastic blowjob of his life. And he couldn't come!
He reached down to grasp her panting hot tits, stroking their velvety naked heat in his lusty fingers. A tit-fuck if he ever saw one. Her creamy mounds were designed to be straddled and fucked-like every inch of her statuesque body.
What the morning brunette was doing to his boiling rod now made him grit his teeth and roll his eyes. She swirled her long, fiery tongue in rapid circles around his prick, first clockwise, then counterclockwise, then she sank her teeth into the very tip of his knob, just enough pressure to spark jolting thrills, and flicked her blazing tongue-tip against the tiny slit in his dick-head.
Johnny shook his head in disbelief. The whole sensation was like having his prick trapped in a wet electric socket, while shocking currents rippled through his helpless meat. And it wasn't simply the mechanical movements, the cunning tricks she was using. Her mouth reeked with raw lust, with sheer obscene sex, with naked greed as she worked it on his cock with delicious excitement.
Now the madly aroused brunette felt her cunt throbbing hotly, and the familiar tingle started at the back of her throat, the craving for his pungent hot cream gushing into her mouth. It was time to let him get his rocks off.
But still Sally sucked in a fever of hunger, her mind whirling with all the strange cocks she'd ever sucked, with all the spurting torrents of jism racing down her eager throat over the years. A psychiatrist once told her, after she'd given him a ball-busting blowjob that left him gasping like a fish out of water, that she was orally fixated. The term made her laugh.
She only knew that since that night, twenty-one years ago, when she'd crawled into bed with her father, she wasn't content until she was nestling a huge hardon to her cheek.
Her father had done nothing to stop her as she began nibbling on his gigantic prick with fascinated curiosity. She blew her father three times in a row, madly excited at the strange, salty taste of his come in her mouth. Then he took her cherry and she cried for an hour, but she learned to love that, too. Christ, her father had a whopper, though!
After that night, Sally started blowing every boy she could, neighbors, schoolmates, the entire basketball and football team, all out of sheer excitement and pleasure. She was fifteen years old when she realized she could start charging for her obsession, and ever since she'd charged what the traffic would bear. But she still loved cocksucking for the sheer joy of it, loved to hear them gasp and moan and whoop when she pulled all her lewd tricks.
Then at nineteen she'd been eaten out by her first woman, a beautiful housewife who'd picked her up in a department store, brought her home to her house and sucked Sally off until she thought she'd die of pure happiness. Only after she'd returned the favor did Sally realize she loved to eat pussy every bit as much as devouring a huge prick.
"Jesus, gotta come soon!" Johnny groaned, shattering her reverie. "Hey, lady, I'm going nuts! How about-unnnnnngh!"
Quickly, Sally released her fierce grip on the base of his rod and began jerking his meat in her hot fist rapidly while she sucked in a frenzy. His prick hardened and swelled to mammoth proportions and then he was bursting his tangy thick come in great torrents in her eager mouth. Whimpers of delirous excitement came from Sally's throat as she gulped his hot cream down, and the familiar tremors of bliss shuddered through her lips and tongue and throat, a tiny orgasm. If her pussy could come, she'd discovered long ago, her mouth could too!
With a final greedy suck that drained his last molten drop, the panting brunette quickly rose.
"Undress," she said urgently. "Hurry up, I'm so hot I could faint!" She kept talking in a low excited voice while he stripped, her fingers feverishly stroking her moist thighs, her eyes blazing on his lean body.
"Christ, I need a decent fuck!" she whispered.
"It's only been weeks but it seems like years! I'm used to heavy action, a lot of heavy action, stud. I've been going crazy ever since we moved to this one-horse town."
The moment he was naked she stepped up to him and seized his semi-stiff prick, stroking it lovingly in her fingers and teasing her dripping cunt-lips with his knob.
"A beauty," she whispered with lewd burning eyes on his. "You've got a real killer there! Do you know what I'd like?" Her eyes blazed obscenely. "I'd like to ram this hunk of meat right up my hot ass! You'd like that too, wouldn't you? And you'd love to fuck my tits, I can tell. But those will just have to damn well wait, friend, because right now I've got the hottest pussy in town!"
She smiled to herself as his prick became stiff and gorged with blood once more. The words always turned them on, always got them smoking hot, an old trick of the trade. If she'd known why he was called Johnny Lightning she wouldn't have wasted her breath, though. The fact was, Johnny's cock never really went down, always surging and throbbing with primed readiness, always eager to find a target. Which was why his young wife, the sexiest and most sought-after blonde in town, was so crazy about him. And why Johnny's Lightning TV Service was the busiest in the entire country, although it was hardly the biggest.
Still, even as Johnny's long rod leaped and quivered with excitement when she teased her juicy cunt-lips with his crown, a rush of uneasiness swept through him. The hot, luscious brunette gave a fantastic blowjob and if she could screw half as well, he'd have nothing left for his frantic wife tonight. But what really worried him was that he kept forgetting who she was-the wife of the Police Chief of Ocean City, a cold-eyed bastard who could conceivably walk in the door any minute, in spite of his wife's insistence that he never came home before six.
He sometimes wondered how many husbands who never came home before dinner suddenly got the wild urge to knock off a piece from their wives in the middle of the day. And came charging through the door, crying "Surprise!" only to find they were on the receiving end of the surprise.
A .357 Magnum left a very large hole, he had heard.
But once again it was too late to back off. The moaning, panting brunette had flung herself back on the sofa with her thighs spread wide to expose her eagerly sucking slit. One long leg raised high to rest on the upper rim of the sofa, the other drawn up at the knee. Her fingertips brushed her pussy-lips and she shuddered, looking beautiful and wildly obscene at the same time.
"Fuck me," she begged, already undulating her hips. "Come on, honey, I need it! Want every fat beautiful inch, hurry now, stud, come on, shove it, aaaah! AAAH!"
The moment he'd climbed on top of her Sally seized his fleshy rod in her fingers and guided his prick deep inside her pussy. A wave of intense excitement rippled through Johnny's loins when her cunt clasped his cock in a boiling spasm.
"Jesus," he gasped, "that's wild, lady! Hot damn, what pussy! Mmmmm, oh, shit, this is gonna be great, ungh!"
Like her wanton burning mouth, the brunette's juicy slit gripped and sucked on his meat with feverish power. Moans of lust rolled from her lips as he began fucking her eager pussy with hard lunges of his hips. Slippery, fiercely squeezing, boiling hot, the Police Chief's wife used her greedy cunt as if her life depended on this one violent merger, as if she hadn't had a huge thrilling prick in years.
Sally's naked white flesh began shuddering from head to toe as his massive rod worked slowly deeper inside her throbbing slit, as Johnny's shaft began to gorge her aching crack to the very hilt.
"God, I could fuck forever!" the brunette hissed, swinging her lush hips to a slow dreamy rhythm. She sank her nails into his broad shoulders and rammed her mouth to his, snaking her long tongue deep. She dug her swollen, burning tits feverishly into his hard chest and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back.
The TV repairman fell into his steady, lunging pace, so familiar to frustrated housewives and hot young working girls around town. He knew he wouldn't have any trouble staying with her this time, not since her frantic mouth had taken the sharp edge off his excitement. But her pussy was like her mouth-full of sudden tricks and surprises, languid thrills and sharp jolts of ecstasy.
For the first time in his life, at the age of twenty-six, Johnny Edmonds discovered something amazing-the wild-eyed, hot-breasted, sultry-lipped brunette could fuck, really fuck like no other woman he'd ever had. The Police Chief's wife didn't just swing her pussy and whimper and shimmy her hips-she fucked with every fiber of her being, every silken inch of her flesh, every single muscle of her slippery tight cunt shuddering and rippling and flexing in perfect unison.
"Jee-zus!" he exclaimed, shaking his head as a terrific new thrill shot through his prick when Sally abruptly swung her lush ass in wide circles, her pussy hugging his rod in sharp wriggles.
"Lady, can you fuck! I mean, wow, you can really FUCK! Oooooh, shit! Ahhhhgh!"
The rugged TV man had to admit his own wife's boiling slit was just a little tighter and more luscious, more wanton and blazing, but nevertheless the passionately moaning brunette was the wildest fuck he'd ever had in his life. If she was a prostitute once, she must have been expensive as hell, and she must have enjoyed her work completely.
The truth was, Sally found herself growing hotter and more urgent over the past couple of years, as if she were running out of time. She knew she had at least ten years of smoldering sex appeal left, but after that she'd be worried.
The old cliche about older women being more grateful was the living truth. Every wild fucking session-at least when she cheated on her husband, which was as often as she could-was more feverishly exciting, and more lewdly satisfying. Blowing Johnny while he still had his clothes on had once again triggered that obscene thrill of a quickie.
"Ahhhh, fuck me, darling!" moaned Sally, swinging her ripe hot ass furiously in his hands, knowing from the wild groans and gasps he was issuing that she was still better, still hotter and more deliriously passionate than her younger rivals. His fleshy rod was batering her silken cunt savagely now and with each thrust a breathtaking friction exploded in her clasping pussy. She squirmed her sweating tits violently to his chest and raked his bare back with her nails, soft screams signaling her first hot orgasm.
Once, she could screw without betraying a flicker of emotion, when she'd first begun selling her fiery slit only to high bidders. But now she was thirty-four and she desperately needed a massive prick driving deep inside her aching pussy, had to have sex like a drug. Her cunt gushed steaming honey all over his cock and Sally sank her teeth into his shoulder to muffle her wanton scream as she came again, more furiously.
"Fuck me, faster," she panted a minute later, her pussy spasming and thrashing on his relentless rod. "Wanna come again, honey! Ah, your cock, I love it, want it up my ass! Mmmm!"
Her entire body was covered with a sheen of perspiration now, from the tips of her tingling fat nipples down to her curled toes. She'd begun to love it with all her passion shortly before she gave up selling her luscious cunt, and she knew she was ready to quit when she started giving it away.
Pounding deep inside her fiercely sucking pussy, Johnny held on, but it wasn't easy. Her cunt sucked and clasped and squirmed like wet fire on his cock and now if he had to choose between her blazing mouth and wild slit he'd be at a total loss. She was a fantastic fuck, feverishly hot, madly swinging, using her silken pussy-walls to massage and coax and thrill his meat, leaving a trail of welts and bite-marks on his bare shoulders and back.
His wife always thought they were hers the next morning.
"Can't-oooooh, what juicy cunt! Can't hold back, honey," he gasped, feeling his balls tingle f sharply.
"Then shoot it in me!" she demanded, whipping her boiling crotch in a lewd fury on his rod. "Come on, get your rocks off, stud! Unnnf! Love to fuck, need it, hurry!"
He came in thick spurts that stung and tickled her throbbing cunt-walls with a delicious fire, and the moaning brunette milked him as dry as a lemon-pip with her frenzied pussy. Finally she released her fierce grip on his limp rod and he quickly withdrew it, heaving for breath.
"Lady, you're something else," Johnny panted, staring down at her lust-contorted face.
"And you ought to know, right?" she grinned at him. Her fingers caressed his soft cock. "I'll bet you get a hell of a lot more than your share of hot little girls, don't you, Johnny? How would you like a blowjob from me every day?"
Oh-oh, Johnny thought, smelling trouble. She was trying to set him up steady on the side. If the torrid, wildly sucking brunette had been anyone in town but the Police Chief's wife, he wouldn't hesitate.
But hell, he had enough trouble, if that's what he wanted. His partner's wife was always after him, ever since he'd screwed her one night when Al was out of town, but he'd played it safe so far. In fact, he'd just decided today to concentrate on nothing but single girls. Hell, there were more than enough of those around, and they were almost all invariably horny.
But once the brunette had gotten her blazing lips on his prick, it was over. He didn't know she frequently went down on her husband the moment he came home, while he still had his grim uniform on. And Sally did it for her own pleasure, not his.
In less than two minutes, his rod had stiffened once more beneath her hot velvet fist.
"Stand up," she said urgently. He got off the sofa and Sally climbed off too, then went to the end of it. She bent her soft belly over the armrest, so that her creamy lush ass jutted out in obscene invitation. She spread her legs wide, with her toes touching the floor.
"Gimme your cock, quick," she said. She grasped it firmly and dipped it inside her drenched pussy, rubbing it up and down to smother it freely with her honey. Then with feverish breathing, she nudged the head of his throbbing dick squarely against her tiny asshole.
"Okay, ram it home, shove in every inch, I love it this way-unnnnf! Jeeeeez, that's a whopper!"
But Sally hadn't lied when she said she loved it in the ass. Now as Johnny's enormous cock plunged deep in her steaming bowels, Sally began to wriggle her ass in a lewd dance of pleasure, grinding her cheeks back so far she felt his balls against them. She could climax just as easily with his huge rod up her asshole as in her eager pussy. She'd screwed so many men so often that she craved variations of any sort, but especially a thick cock jammed far up her tender tunnel.
In fact, Sally had gotten so jaded with normal screwing toward the end of her career, she'd turned to young girls in a frenzy of hunger, sucking them off voraciously until they pleaded for mercy. Her husband didn't suspect she was a secret switch-hitter and Sally had never told him. But more and more lately, she'd eyed her stepdaughter, sixteen-year-old lovely Lisa. And they were so fond of each other, more like sisters than stepmother and stepdaughter.
She was certain this wanton screwing session with the hung TV repairman would calm her seething sex-drive down, so she'd stop having fantasies about Lisa.
Now, as Johnny's thick meat drove deep in her thrashing asshole, Sally clawed at the sofa beneath her and started having a series of shuddering orgams.
"Shoot your jism up my ass, hurry!" she whimpered, her pleasure intensified by the feel of a young powerful cock in her pussy, instead of her husband's. The Chief was only forty, but the more Sally aged, the younger she wanted her sex partners.
Between the panting brunette's obscene gasps and moans and Johnny's loud grunts of pleasure as her writhing hot asshole clamped and spasmed on his rod, neither of them heard the front door open and the person in sneakers stop at the doorway to the living room. Nor did they see sixteen-year-old Lisa, because they both faced the other direction, Johnny plowing deep into her creamy naked ass as he stood behind her.
The girl gasped and put her hand to her mouth, while her eyes widened incredulously on the spectacle before her.
Her first reaction was numb shock. Her second reaction was an eerie thrill of excitement. Although the schoolgirl was still a virgin, she'd seen pictures of naked people in various obscene positions.
But the pictures were not even pale echoes compared to the real thing. It was her own stepmother-whom Lisa loved in a way even she didn't understand, although she knew part of it must be because feared and mistrusted her father so much-her own closest friend huddling naked over the living room sofa, with a powerfully built stranger fucking her lewdly in her beautiful ass. Lisa began to feel the roar of a tremendous excitement sing in her blood.
She never realized how intensely sexy her stepmother really was until now, how gorgeously curved she was naked. For a full three or four minutes Lisa watched in breathless silence. She'd run home from school on her lunch-hour, something she hardly ever did, to get some money from Sally for shopping purposes after school.
Trembling with obscene excitement, Lisa tore herself away from the groaning, panting couple and left the house as quietly as she'd come. Her mind whirled in a daze, not so much because her stepmother was screwing around on her father. Even at sixteen, Lisa sympathized strongly with Sally and knew what her background was. And since her father was a cold-hearted bastard, Lisa could hardly blame her beautiful stepmother for seeking an outlet for her healthy sex urges on the side.
What confused and deeply bothered Lisa was her own reaction to what she'd seen. Her pussy now throbbed hotly, eagerly as she returned to school. The man had a tremendously big cock, and the lewd way in which he drove it brutally into Sally's plump, eagerly quivering ass brought strange new feelings to the surface of her tender flesh.
She locked herself in a girl's toilet stall and breathlessly lowered her panties. Sitting on the seat, Lisa began to fingerfuck her tight pussy with a single finger, her budding tits panting furiously as she worked herself up to a blazing tempo of excitement. She'd been masturbating for over a year now, and all her fantasies had been childish. But now she'd seen the real thing, and at first Lisa pretended it was her own cutely rounded ass he was pumping savagely into, but she realized that would be awfully painful.
So she pretended it was her cherry and quickly she was coming, straddling her soaked finger in short urgent jerks, biting her lip to keep from crying out. Then Sally was holding her tightly, both of them naked in her mind, their tits crushing together and then it was the sensuous brunette fingerfucking Lisa in her imagination and she began coming feverishly with low moans in the toilet stall, the erotic, obscene images in her impressionable young mind making her blood sing and her tight little cunt tingle fiercely.
She went to her class a few minutes later with flushed cheeks, her pussy humming hotly.
She realized only slowly, with a great shock, that she wanted sex desperately with Sally, wanted her stunning stepmother to masturbate her while she sucked on Sally's gorgeous white tits.
She did not realize, in her innocence, that Sally had feverish and obscene fantasies about her.
Nor did she begin to suspect that the switch-hitting, violently passionate brunette had so much raw and lustful experience with girls and women, she could turn Lisa on until she was deliriously obsessed with that brand of hot sex.
When Sally went down on either sex, they didn't forget the experience for a long time. And she hadn't had a delicious young cherry in years....
Johnny finally got Sally's TV set fixed with a tube-replacement at two that afternoon. She fed him a huge helping of ham and eggs for lunch, with the obvious selfish motive of fueling him for one more strenuous stand.
He stubbornly resisted, saying he had to save something for his own passionate wife, but once Sally was on her knees and actually raping his helpless rod with her frenzied lips and tongue, his will turned to jelly. He finally got away from the insatiable brunette by promising to return in a few days.
He didn't think he would, but Sally knew damn well he would. She was wild, hot, vastly experienced, and could fuck with a smoldering passion that shamed women half her age.
In his van and on the way back to the shop, Johnny felt bone-deep fatigue, but it was the tiredness of profound satisfaction, of having been sucked off and fucked until he was practically dazed with Sally's greedy, exciting flesh.
He felt a rush of stabbing guilt once, when he thought of his wife. Poor faithful Karen, saving her precious tight prize for him while he screwed almost everything available in town. The guilt was followed by a flash of panic, when he realized his ass would be in precariously scalding water if the Police Chief ever found out about Sally and Johnny.
Or for that matter if his partner Al ever found out about his wife and Johnny. Al's wife had been annoying Johnny lately, calling him at the shop for sexy conversations right while Al was there, the dumb bitch. The only way she'd stop, she told him coyly, was if he consented to a rematch, which Johnny had no intention of doing, certainly not while Al was in town.
He had more than enough justifiable reason to worry about the Foiice Chief's and his partner's horny wives. But he had no reason whatever to worry about his wife's sex life.
The tanned, luscious golden girl of Ocean City was neither as simple nor as faithful as Johnny imagined, in his own sex-swinging arrogance.
Karen Edmonds was, and had been since the age of sixteen, a frenzied, raving nymphomaniac, but she concealed the fact from her husband with a great deal of cunning and maneuvering. She was not the sweet, innocent and yet furiously passionate young thing she appeared to be on the surface. She'd polished her act well over the years, so she could marry and still swing eagerly on the side.
Karen not only fucked like a minx, she moved like one, swiftly, gracefully, almost too fast to be seen, in one bed and out the other.
And she was not only a terrific piece of ass, she was also a deeply accomplished liar, a very ambitious secretary, and something of a secret historian.
Because Karen Edmonds had kept a record, in the form of a diary, of every boy and man she'd ever had sex with. Being a true nymphomaniac, she wanted to be able to pore over her diary and reminisce when she wasn't actually screwing. She loved to scrutinize the rows of names, with brief grade-marks and comments scrawled beneath. The thick diary made her feel more attractive than ever, infinitely sexy, and she relished every lay as though it were a glorious conquest and living proof of the hottest pussy in creation.
At that moment, Karen was licking her lips and feeling her thighs soak her panties as she gazed at the man who would be her next entry in her diary. He turned her on in an icy, sadistic way, but uniforms had always turned Karen on since she could remember.
The man was the new Police Chief of Ocean City.