Chapter 3
Rita woke up to a beam of sunlight pouring in through the window and landing directly on her face. She cursed herself for not remembering to close the curtains all the way before going to sleep.
She had slept well, and that was unusual when her husband was on one of his trips. During those periods, most often her nights were a long series of tossing and turnings and bad dreams.
"I wonder why I slept so good?" she asked herself. "It's probably that suck job Mike gave me the other day. But still, I would have thought I would be nervous and guilty feeling. Instead, I feel the best I have in weeks.
"And if not guilty, at least I would have thought I would be anxious and excited about seeing Mike again, and feeling his cock in me for the first time. I wonder what kind of friend he is asking to come over. I hope his friend has a bigger dick than Mike's."
And so her thoughts went as she got up from bed and made her toilet, fixed breakfast and cleaned up the house a little. After all, she was having company over!
"Wonder what Ben would think of me if he knew what was going on behind his back while he was out there inspecting belching smokestacks! He would blow his top! But what does he expect a woman to do? Hang around the house and be horny all day! He's probably still in bed with some floozy he picked up in a bar!"
As she worked through these problems in her head she slipped into a few sexy things. A tight pair of short-shorts and a skimpy halter top that showed a great deal of cleavage.
"He'll like me like this!" she said modeling herself in front of the mirror. "I look like one of the high school girls he dates!"
But now she was already to go and was drinking down her third cup of coffee and still there was no sign of her young lover.
Rita began to wonder if he stayed the night with his date from the previous night and had forgotten all about her. Just as her lower lip was growing sore from the biting she was giving it, the door bell rang. She ran to it like a girl expecting her first date.
"Hi!" she said as she opened the door and saw Mike standing there in a tight pair of white pants and a shirt that was open down to the bottom of his chest. "Come on in. You want some coffee?"
Mike looked the woman over. He let his eyes peer for a long time at the triangular mound her short-shorts made over her pussy. He looked at her full tits that were hidden from his direct gaze only by the thin material of her halter top. Her nipples made little bumps in the cloth.
"The hell with the coffee!" he said, "I want you!" He laid his outstretched hand on that deltoid hill and squeezed it. Her legs went soft at the knees, her stomach turned to jelly. Out of her hole poured forth a new batch of creams that started to stain the pure white cloth of her hot pants.
"Well I want you too!" she smiled and pulled in close to him, throwing her arms around his back. With swiftness his hand shot down the elastic band of her shorts and landed directly on top of her damp cunt. The shorts crushed his hand into her slit.
"You feel so good," she said putting her dainty hand on the bulge that was expanding on the front of his pants. She could feel his full hard manhood easily through the cloth.
"Mrs. Smithfield," the boy whispered, "hadn't we better get out of the doorway before we get it on. I'd hate for my mother to find out I was fucking the neighbor. Shit, she would take away my allowance and then what would I do."
"You're right Mike. I must have lost my head when I saw you in those tight pants!"
"Mutual," he said, "I got a hard on as soon as you opened the door and I saw those cute little shorts. You hardly look old at all. In fact you look damn good. In that top you're wearing, I can really see that your tits have class."
"Let's go up to the bedroom and talk about it," cooed the housewife to the boy.
"OK, by me," said Mike as he followed his new fuck up the stairs keeping his eyes on her swaying ass.
"How do you want to take me?" the woman asked as she stretched out her body on the bed.
"How about if we start out with a good old fashion front entry?" he answered. "I always like to get to know a girl that way before I start in on the real tricky stuff. It's sort of like a test run."
"Undress me," she softly said.
"My pleasure!"
He bent over the prone figure. Her chest was rising and falling unsteadily as the excitement of being de-clothed by someone who wasn't her husband began to effect her. She was being unfaithful, and even if it was helping her marriage, it still felt unsettling.
Reaching around her back he undid the ties to her top. Bringing them around her tits flowed out of the cloth cups. He tossed the halter off the bed and on to a chair.
"So pretty," he said as he smoothly ran his palms over the soft breast-flesh. It gave to his touch as if they were bags full of finely ground flour.
"And what lovely nipples!" His fingers tweaked her red tips until they stood on end. Pinching them he felt their firmness, their chewyness.
One of his fingers ran around the crease that was formed where the bottom of her tit met the top of her stomach. He flicked the round under-belly of her jugs with his finger nails. He could see her tit-skin ripple like the surface of a pond when a stone is thrown in.
"Suck them, please suck them for me," she moaned, being very turned on even by his light fondling of them.
Once more his head bent down to her mammary organs ready to consume them in cardinal lust. Sticking his tongue far out of his mouth, he touched the corona that ringed each of her upright nipples. Round and round he ringed the nub at the center of her tit, driving her wild with his teasing.
"Eat them! Eat them!" she at last shouted. "I can't stand to be so close to pleasure without having it!"
Mike placed one of his hands between her legs and shoved his cupped fingers up until he covered her crotch. He was nicely surprised to find that she had already soaked her short-shorts through.
Holding her in this position he said, "now I'm going to really such those apples of yours!"
He placed his lips around her big fat nipples and drew them in his mouth with a suction action. But he did not stop there, he continued to suck in until the whole top of the breast was in his warm mouth. And he continued sucking!
To Rita's amazement he got almost the entire left tit in his youthful mouth. She could feel his saliva coating her soft skin, and she knew that her nipple was a hard small pebble.
"Gosh that feels divine!" she exclaimed as Mike began to roll the large gland around in his expanded mouth. For him, it was a big delectable piece of gum which he was chomping away on. Chomp he did until Rita gave little squeals of delight that she could not keep in her throat.
"MMMmmmm" was all Mike could say as he licked, sucked and bit into the delicate breast-flesh of Mrs. Smithfield. To eat his neighbor's tit was always one of his fantasies ever since she and her husband moved in.
She did not know it, but he had often watched her undressing from a little peep-hole that he had drilled in the wall of the attic of his house. It looked right down on the bedroom window of the Smithfields. And they rarely closed that window, or drew its shades because they didn't think anybody could see in!
So Mike thought to himself how wonderful it is, after seeing Mrs. Smithfield's tits bobble as she took off her bra for two years, to finally suck on those beautiful, full breasts!
At last he let the tit pop out of his mouth. He saw it shudder slightly as its glistening surface hit the air once more in its naked state.
"Now fuck me Mike," she said, "don't even bother to lick me. I'm so god damn wet already I don't think there will be enough friction for you to get off with."
"Don't worry about me," the exuberant boy said, "I like a really soft and wet pussy. I like to drill my cock into that kind of yielding hole, if you know what I mean."
"Stop talking and drill!" she said with impatience.
"OK, OK!" said Mike as he tore the short-shorts off of her hips and slid them violently down her legs. She felt a twinge at her new nakedness and the way the boy was staring at her quivering quim.
Placing his hand on that magic organ, he slipped his finger in between her thick outer lips. Then, he opened the fine, flower petals of her inner lips and let his digit dip down into the soupy morass of her womb. Down, and further down the finger dived until he was up to his knuckles in the juicy cream.
Once in, he started to whip his finger back and forth, so that her vagina became like a small blender at high speed, beating her natural cunt-juice into a living froth!
"Oh Fuck me, Fuck me!" the woman moaned, with her body waving this way and that, trying to satisfy the itch which was developing deep in her hole. But she knew, only a good long cock would do the trick.
All of his clothes were still on, but it did not take him long to slip right out of them, to end up as naked as the woman he was about to pierce with his red-hot poker. And was it ever hard!
So stiff was his cock, that it bounced up against his taut belly like a drum stick on a drum. His red bulbous tip seemed to glow, the shaft glistened and throbbed. At the very peak of his pecker, out came a single drop of fluid. That jewel's purpose was to lubricate and oil the girl's entrance. But his finger, probing in her vaginal depths, told him, it would hardly be needed.
Supporting himself with his arms on either side of her chest, and with his legs between her spread-eagled thighs, he lowered his pelvis down on hers.
When his out stretched cock lightly grazed the blonde pubic hair of the woman, she let out a small, stifled scream. A boy's cock had touched that twat that she had saved for only her husband's use; two years of vivid fantasies all of a sudden became real! And she loved it.
"Jab it in! POKE ME!!" she hissed into his ear, "I want to feel you inside me!"
"Here I come," was his only warning as he let his pelvis crash against her broad, womanly hips. And with an ease that made it seem easy, as his hips came down, his cock found the door to her juicy box and slipped right in!
In a second she was full of his throbbing, drunk cock!
"It feels ... it feels better than anything I ever felt!" she truthfully said as he began to pump, very slowly, the rod in and out of her expansive hole Every time his shaft would emerge from her channel, her lips would hold on to it; every time he thrust it back into her honey-pot, out the sides would squirt more of her cream. In and out he went, gradually building up speed and power.
"Oh Mike," she cried, "I had no idea that cocks could feel so different from each other! Yours doesn't feel anything like Ben's. And yours fits even better than his! What an awful thing to say about my husband."
"SSSshh," the teenager said, "my cock isn't really any better at all, it's just that it is more exciting to have an affair, than to just fuck your own husband night after night. You wait and see, the first time you fuck him again, it will feel like the first time you ever did!"
"I hope you're right,' Mike, I hope you are. But that's what my friend Marge said too, so it is probably true!"
"It probably is, so now would you mind shutting up, so we can really get down into this fucking thing! I don't know about you, but my cock feels pretty damn good buried in your cunt!"
Mike could feel the convoluted folds of her outer tissues caressing the root of his mighty cock. He could also feel the small vibrations of her inner membranes, as his tool slipped by them. In and out, in and out, he went in the oldest rhythm in the world.
As his breathe became difficult and his body built up a layer of sweat, he could feel the woman under him begin to squirm and writhe in overwhelming ecstasy. He knew that soon, his cock would be necessary to her well being.
His mouth lay against her neck. He knew that he shouldn't bite it, that he shouldn't leave any marks for her husband to find, but he was sorely tempted to nibble at that fine taut flesh that existed where her shoulder met her swan-like neck. But, he restrained himself.
The hands of the boy, seemingly under their own will, had slipped under the warm ass of the woman. Using his fingers as claws he clutched at her firm buttocks, feeling up their feathery lightness. They were smooth and round and fit in his hand perfectly. Everything about her fit him perfectly.
And what's five years, he asked himself. She was only 22, and he was seventeen. So she was married? So what? What does marriage mean in this modern age.
Mike realized, much to his own chagrin, that he was falling madly in love with the woman who was rolling around in joy under his fertile hips.
He doubled the speed of his flying torso. "How do you like that?" he asked.
"It's fine," she whispered back, "it is all so fine. I like the way you grind the top of your pubes against my clitty. That really turns me on."
As soon as she said that he ground his hips against her clitty even harder. So hard that he was afraid that he might blister that ultra-sensitive bud. But she seemed to love it: her eyes were closed, her nose was flared, her lips parted and out of the corner of her mouth flowed a little rivulet of drool. "She is beautiful!" said Mike as he stared at her angelic face while he continued to bash his penis deep into her vagina. With an inward smile, he realized that the reason she looked so happy was because of the great deal of pleasure his cock was giving her!
Slowly as he watched her face it changed from the demure look of a contented cat into the frenzied look of a lioness in heat. He could feel her body begin to flutter underneath him. Harder he pounded his living nail into the crack between her legs!
"Oh Mike!" she screamed, "I'm going to come! I'm going to come with your cock deep inside me!"
"Come, come," he coaxed. There was no finer feeling in the world than to have a woman climaxing madly underneath one!
Her body went suddenly stiff. Up her legs shot and circled him so that he felt her feet against his strong ass. This position raised her ass up higher, and opened the cunt hole wider. It also opened her asshole up. This was one temptation he could not resist. He placed his thumb over the brown circle of her anus and gave a long sustained push. Into her interior his thick digit popped.
"OH GOD" she bellowed when she felt the way he was moving that thumb around in her rear orifice. But in that position, with two different projections up her two lower holes, all she could do was rock back and forth, which is what she did.
At last the furies were released deep inside her: Her muscles tightened to the breaking point: and then the explosion like an electric river pouring down her back bone.
"AAAAAAIIIIEEEEE!!" she screamed out while her body clamped down tight on the fucking boy. He felt like a cowboy riding a bucking bronco, but he had no choice but to hang on. Just to add a little excitement, he sealed his mouth over hers and rammed his tongue as far as it would go into her throat. That stiff led her screaming and nearly drove her crazy, for now there was something corking up everyone of her holes!
Rita could feel the living presence of the boy's penis up her cunt; she even swore to her self she could feel the thick tip, particularly when it crashed against the back wall of her womb. But radiating out of that piston and cylinder combination that was chugging away between her legs was a steady flow of orgasmic waves. At first they crashed over her in a series of orgasms. But the orgasms began to come closer and closer to each other till she couldn't tell where one began and the next ended. It was a steady, extended come that was tearing her mind and body apart with pleasure. Deep searing pleasure!
No man can hold out long if the woman he is riding is coming like a son of a bitch straight for fifteen minutes. Mike was no exception: for one thing, the rich, powerful orgasms the woman was having was causing her cunt to vibrate in a major chord. And his genitals were shoved into that skittering quim. His balls were flapping against her shit-hole, and in that shit-hole was his thumb, feeling up the rubbery interior!
"Hold on Mrs. Smithfield, I'm going to come too!"
"Oh come, oh come!" she was able to get out, even though she was having a hard time sucking in enough air to sustain her powerful energy consuming climax. "I love it when we come together!"
"Here I Come!" Once, Twice, Three times he rammed his cock into the yielding slot of the woman's cunt from the time he felt the come in his balls begin to boil over till the time it first shot out the tip of his penis.
When it finally came, his cock was all the way in, so that the wad of hot manly honey went splattering like boiling grease against her cervix, the back wall of her pussy.
He drew out his cock until only the bulb was still positioned between her pussy lips and let fly another wad of dog-water. This second wad was even greater than his first.
Unable to control his spasms he crashed his hips down on the woman so hard that he was afraid he hurt her, but she simply moaned louder at the pleasure of the pain of it.
Then a third wad of cream came spewing out, and then a fourth and a fifth.
Even then he wasn't dry, but the stuff wasn't shooting out with the same velocity as before. It drooled into her quim until that receptacle started to over flow.
At last he lay still on top of the exhausted woman. He also was very tired and nearly fell asleep as his cock began to lose its hardness and shrivel up to peanut size still inside the hole of her pussy. He popped his thumb out of her aching asshole and rolled off of her.
"That was the best fuck I ever had in my life," Rita finally said.
"Bullshit," said Mike, "I know too! Every fuck I have always seems to be the best fuck. No fuck is as good in memory as the fuck that you can still feel tingling through your body!"
"Maybe you're right," admitted the woman, "but if it wasn't the best, it was at least in the top ten!"
"I won't argue with that. It was damn good for me too! You have quite a body and you sure know how to use it."
"Thanks," she simply said and laid back on the bed thinking thoughts to herself. Her hand moved down to her pussy and buried itself in her thick thatch.
"Shit!" she whispered with surprise, "I'm a holy mess down there! How much of this stuff is mine and how much is yours?"
"How do I know," answered Mike. I think I let go of quite a bit, but on the other hand I don't think I was ever in a wetter cunt."
"If you are having a friend come over I better get cleaned up a little. I smell like a whore!"
"But that's such a nice smell!" he said nuzzling his nose into her furry muff.
"That tickles!" Rita said but she didn't try to pull him off. He spent a little time cleaning off some of the various lotions and creams that were glistening on her blond pubes.
"Well I can't get all of it off, maybe you better take a bath, and me too for that matter!"
"Good, we can take one together. I'll go turn on the water."
So saying Rita Smithfield got up out of the bed and walked to the bathroom which was just off the main bedroom. Mike watched her naked figure retreat into that other room. He could see the little streaks of come as they rolled down the inner surface of her thighs.
"Gosh!" he said to himself, "did I ever luck out on this one! I wonder how often I will get to fuck her? And she just lives next door too!"
He heard the sound of the water pouring into the tub and the sound of Mrs. Smithfield's bare feet pattering around the place.
"She's probably looking for an extra towel," he said to himself.
Nearly asleep, he was startled when she called to him. "Water's ready!"
Looking up he saw her lovely form standing stark naked in the doorway. Her stupendous tits with their red knobs, her lightly covered pussy, her long legs, her head of blond hair which hung on to her shoulders.
"Mmmmm," he said looking at her form, "I'm ready too!"
"Follow me!"
Mike got up off the bed and walked into the bathroom. He was not expecting what he saw.
"How do you like it? Ben put it in for us when he first moved here. Sort of as an expression of love. But we hardly ever use it, I mean together!"
What her husband had built for them was a large, double or maybe triple sized bath tub. Not only that, but instead of being made of enamel, this tub was made out of wood so that it looked like a giant barrel on the outside.
In the tub sat Mrs. Smithfield up to her neck in thick pink bubbly suds. Her cute face, with her big blue eyes was all that could be seen of her. The rest of her lovely, sexy body, lay waiting under the surface of the water.
"Whoopeee!" shouted the boy when he saw the setup in the bathroom. "That sure is the fanciest bath tub I ever ever seen!"
"They're called hot tubs, and they're just perfect for screwing, that is if you can get it up again so soon."
"Just look at this!" he said proudly. He stood before her and closed his eyes. With a great deal of concentration he furrowed his brow and placed his hands on his hips. Rita watched his cock. Slowly, ever so slowly, the net of blood vessels in it began to fill up. And as they did, the cock slowly came back to life, growing larger and larger and sticking further and further straight out.
At last it was completely hard and pointing right at her. She would have liked to put it in her mouth but she could not reach it from where she sat.
"That's real good," she said, "where did you learn to do that, in school?"
"Very funny," he said without humor.
"What were you thinking about when you closed your eyes?" she asked, this time without sarcasm.
"I was thinking about you getting fucked in the ass, in the cunt and in the mouth by three good fucksters like me while two high-school girls sucked at your tits!"
"Boy, you don't fool around when you're dreaming!"
"I never fool around," he said seriously.
"Oooo, I didn't know," said the woman in the tub with mock submission. "Well, you better hurry and get into the water before you end up fucking a prunie, water-logged lady!"
"I was just about to," he said as he dived head first into the water.
"Wow, this is greater than I even thought! What's going on in here," the boy asked.
"Well, for one thing, the water is swirling around because this is a whirl pool bath. And I suppose you wonder what is in the water?"
"Yeah, it feels kinda of oily?"
"It's a love potion. It makes your whole body tingle and it makes it real slippery so that when you touch each other, well ... let me show you.
She slid her hand across his chest, down his stomach and on to his cock.
"Wow! Everything is super slippery! It's like I'm covered from head to toe with pussy-cream!"
"Now come into my arms you big greasy boy!"
"You sit on me," he ordered. She obeyed for it seemed like a good idea. He was sitting with his back against the side of the tub with his legs stretched straight out. Half crawling, half swimming she made her way over to him and sat on his legs facing him, her legs wrapped around his waist. Between their almost touching bellies was his upright cock. She could feel it throbbing between them.
"Why don't you jack off between my tits?" she asked.
"Now that's a good idea," he admitted, "I just hope I can do it without drowning!"
"That's easy," she told him, "just hang on to the side of the tub with your underarms and wrap your legs around my chest, just below my tits. That way your cock ends up right where it should, like a little baby wrapped between my two jugs. And neither of us drowns!"
"You sure know your stuff Mrs. Smithfield. It is a little hard to believe that you have never slept with anyone other than Mr. Smithfield."
"Sad and true," she said as she helped him into position. "See, your cock ends up right between my tits!"
"Wow, that's a nice feeling!" Using her hands to manipulate her two breasts she rubbed them against his stiff sensitive prick. Between the softness of her tit-flesh and the greasiness of her skin, he didn't think it would be long before his cock would become a towering inferno shooting his sperm up into her face.
She would move one of her tits clockwise while she moved the other one counter-clockwise, with his prick not knowing which way to go in the middle. It was a very delicious cock sandwich!
Faster and faster she rotated those milky glands with his hard stiff prick bouncing up and down in between. The bulbous top of his cock was rubbing directly against her breast bone, while the soft flesh of her jugs was rubbing against the two sides of the dick.
"This feels better than any cunt ever did!" he sighed as his hips started to move up and down in time with the movement of her tits. This motion caused waves to lap at the sides of the wooden tub.
"Your cock is nice and hard," she said as she felt it slide between her breasts, "it would be a shame to waste it. I mean from my point of view!"
"Golly Mrs. Smithfield, it was feeling so good I just forgot about your pleasure. Let's say we fuck underwater!"
"Which way do you want to do it. We can't exactly lie atop one another; whoever gets the bottom drowns!"
"I liked it when you were sitting on me, but this time, why don't you sit facing the other direction and I can come in from behind!"
"I think I'd like that. You can really get a good grip on my knockers in that position."
"Climb aboard!" he shouted like an airline pilot.
His legs fell off of her chest and Rita easily turned around in the water and sort of floated up on top of Mike's lap. Since the water gave her buoyancy, she was able to sit right on his cock and let the cock hold her up. Her two tits floated on the surface of the bubbly water like two little ducklings.
Mike held on to her shoulders and with a strong downward push he impaled her on his thick iron. But the water was so warm and soft itself, it was a little hard for him to tell the difference between the inside of her pussy and just the water. The confusion ended when she began to squeeze and release the inner muscles of her cunt in a steady rhythm.
"That feels real nice Mrs. Smithfield. Did that take you long to learn?"
"No. I read one of those books on how to please a man and it told me how to train my muscles in my cunt to act just like fingers handling the man's penis. I'm glad that you like it Mike."
"Of course I like it! You always seem so surprised that you're a wonderful lovemaker, and yet there it is: you're the best fuck I have ever had."
"That's very kind of you to say, but let's get on with the task at hand: me getting screwed!"
"I'm with you baby!"
Since she was so light in the water, Mike held on to her by the two flaccid knobs on the front of her chest. He would slowly pull her up, letting his prick slip part of the way out of her cunt, and then he would push her back down, forcing the tip of his penis to hit the bottom of her deep well. When she was all the way down, her ass lay right on his thighs, and her back rested against his strong chest. It was as if she was sitting in a living, breathing chair that was fucking the daylights out of her at the same time.
This is great!" she moaned after being raised and lowered on his pole two dozen times.
"It sure is," agreed the boy, who was having fun playing with her luscious, heavily laden tits. The normally smooth things seemed even smoother now that they were covered with the tingly bath oil that Rita had poured into the hot water. It gave everything a languid feeling; even their fucking seemed very slow and lulling, though it was incredibly erotic.
"I'm going to come soon," said Rita as she continued to bob up and down in the water on the boy's thick stick.
"I bet you are!" said Mike who slipped one of his hands off of her great chest and placed it down in the lush jungle of thin pubic hair that grew just above her twat. Dividing his fingers into a "V" he slipped his hand down on to her cunt so that he could feel his shaft slide in and out of her hole. He could feel the way her outer cuntal lips followed the progress of his pecker as it slipped in and out of her slot.
"Oh Yes! Do my clit, do my clit. Please!"
"Sure Mrs. Smithfield, it would be my pleasure!" So while his cock continued to poke in and out of her hole he placed two of his accurate fingers right on her erect bud and stroked it as if it was a small penis. That was one of the pleasures in this position: Mike had complete access to the woman's upper vulva. It was a lovely sensation to have one's fingers toying around with the intricate folds of that part of the vagina, the labium minoria, while his cock crashed in and out of her pussy, sticking her right to her very soul!
"Oh Mike! Oh Mike!" sighed and moaned the woman who was losing her control, her "adult" cool as the boy frigged her royally. There was little for her to do but wriggle around like a fish that is caught on a hook that is deeply planted in its gill. She flopped this way and that, moaning and gurgling the whole time.
With all moral restraint now ripped off of her, sitting on the naked aroused lap of her neighbor's teenage boy, Rita felt the waves of pleasure begin to spin through her body like demons of red sizzling electricity. Her head was thrown back so that it rested on the boy's shoulder. Her mouth was open sucking in the moist air, her eyes were rolling around in her head.
Her hair, dripping wet from sweat and bubble water that had been splashed up during their throes of ecstasy, whipped back and forth, hitting Mike in the face and body. But the light pain that it caused seemed to spur him on to higher sexual delights.
And in the water, between their legs was a murky, maddening morass of tangled pubic hair, intermeshed genitalia, and creams and lotions. What a primordial scene! They both felt like ancient animals screwing in the shallow tepid waters of a pre-historic lake.
It came upon her like a blinding flash: it was almost a religious experience: it was a huge gigantic, overwhelming orgasm. Rita's body tightened against the strength of it, her hands clutched at the boy's legs and at the side of the tub. Anything to give her a little stability.
"AAAYYYHIEEE!!" she screamed and then she screamed again and again. Her orgasm was a glissando of ascending emotions, each one greater than the last, each one driving her more and more into a frenzy.
Her body turned into a giant eel, beating away in the water in every direction. Mike tried to hold on to the vibrating woman, but it was anything but easy. The best hold he had on her was the cock which was still stuck up her lush cuntal-canal.
It seemed as if she was a spinning top, remaining balanced on the point of his prick. This feeling started to send seeds of glowing coals into his cock: that organ grew harder and harder until Mike was sure that it would explode, not just out the tip like a normal orgasm, but explode like a fire cracker; that is, in all directions at one time.
"Here I come too!" shouted Mike, happy to join the wild one in her pleasure. "Here I come too!"
He held on to her tits and drew her close to him. But he did not come just when he thought he was going to. His body just got tighter and tighter, the pain between his legs grew, the tissues in his pelvis seemed on the verge of either snapping or shattering the bone.
"SSSHHHIIITTT!" he bellowed in the echoey bathroom so that all the fixtures shook a little bit.
And out of his cock, in long sustained wads came his hot gism, it was even hotter than the surrounding water and she could feel it as it burned into her thigh and seared its way into her cunthole.
Quite literally his cock became a fountain, shooting forth, instead of water, his creamy male-lotion, potent and thick.
His hips sped up, bouncing the girl around like a little doll or a small child. And every time she came zinging down on his hips again, he would let loose another wad of cream. It was like being on a mechanical fucking machine; Rita didn't believe how long he could keep it going while more and more of his stuff came pouring out of his cock and into her crack.
"Go, Go, GO!" screamed Rita supporting the marathon fucking of the boy. She was cracking his nuts and cracking them good! After she was through bouncing up and down she would be surprised if he would be able to get it up again any sooner than a week!
At last the boy's hips slowed down and finally stopped. Right up until the end Rita was coming with one great orgasm after the other. Now they both sat still in the ever swirling water of the hot tub, letting the whirlpooling water clean their bodies of the sweat and cream that had built up.
"What do we do for an encore?" questioned Rita.
"I think I'd like to hit the hay," replied the boy who was yawning quite a bit.
"Didn't you get any sleep last night?"
"Well, I got a little," said Mike, "but not much."
"She was tough on you, hunh."
"You could say that Mrs. Smithfield, you could say that. She is one of those fourteen year olds with adult bodies. They just got more energy than us older kids like me!"
"Fourteen!" said Rita incredulously, "isn't that a bit young?"
"Shit no! Maybe in the old days, but these are new times and why should someone be denied sex just because they're not twenty-one. After all, anyone's body is ready to screw by the time they are eight or nine! You just have to be careful and all that. But fourteen, people used to get married by fourteen!"
"Maybe you're right Mike, after all I am a prude. Or at least I was until yesterday. Fourteen. I bet she has real nice skin and a real tight little pussy!"
"She sure does! But she doesn't know how to use it as good as you can use your thing. It takes practice and a certain amount of know-how. I was sort of hoping, that, well ... that you would show her a few tricks."
"I don't even know her!"
"Not yet, but you will. She's coming over here this afternoon."
"What!? You mean that is who your friend is?"
"Sure! What did you think? That I was queer or something."
"No, of course not, I just didn't ... well I just didn't think about it. I thought you would bring over someone with a huge dick."
"If that's what you want, next time your husband is gone, I'll ask over my friend Tom. He has got the biggest and the best in the whole high school. He's a little dopey though."
"What's your girl friend's name?"
"Cher."
"Cher. Now that's a pretty name. Not like mine: Rita. And what's she like? I don't want to be surprised or anything. It's going to be weird enough with me a married lady messing around with a fourteen year old girl!"
"Let's see," reflected Mike as he wadded around the shallow tub, "she is about five foot two with long, dark hair. Very straight and it hangs to her waist. Very petite, with little breasts, with pointy nipples that are fun to chew on. And a real hairy cunt! Isn't that surprising! You'd think that a small girl like that would have a baby cunt ... well sort of like you've got, with hardly any hair on it at all. But she's got a real old fashioned, black tangle of a muff!"
"She sounds lovely!" said Rita who was picturing the girl in her mind. But every time the picture came into focus, she would get real turned-on and loose the intangible image.
"She should be here real soon and then you can try her out in the flesh!"
"What time is it?" asked Rita who had completely lost track of the time in the warm massaging waters.
"I guess around noon!"
"Well we better get going!" At that Rita stood up in the water. The water ran in little rivers down her sleek form: over and between her tits, and down the inside of her legs. The oil left a residue that made her shine. The water plastered her pubic hair directly to her cunt, so that Mike could easily see all the hidden little valleys and furrows around that special spot.
Mike also stood up and shook what water he could off of his body in a way that reminded Rita of a dog.
"Why don't I dry you off," she suggested and reached over to the towel rack and selected a brightly colored fluffy towel.
"Sure!" said Mike as she casually started to wipe his limp cock dry. Next she slid the towel through his ass crack and then she did that super-tender area: the inside of his thighs. By the time she got to his back and chest he was already beginning to get another hard-on.
"You just put that thing away!" said Rita to the rising prick, "we don't have time for another fuck. And any way, I'd like to save some of you for your friend Cher. I was thinking that I would like to see you two get it on. It would be the first time I ever saw anybody else fuck!"
"You have pretty good ideas for a novice," said Mike as he tried to get his cock to go down, but he couldn't get it to go in that direction with the same ease that he could get it to rise up.
"Maybe it is just that I've been sheltered all these years. And I've been fantasizing all those years about all sorts of things. You know, I was reading in one of my magazines, and it said that most women, when they're coming are thinking about something other than the man who is actually screwing her. Isn't that interesting?"
"Sure, I guess," said the boy, "I usually don't think too much about intellectual things like that. I just like to fuck. Hey, how about if I dry you off now?"
"That would be real nice of you!"
Mike took another towel off the rack and began to rub down the sleek body of the woman. He patted dry her pussy, making sure that he dried in the crack between her lips, and he dried her ass-crack the same way she had dried his. But his big thrill was drying off her tits. One at a time he placed them in a sling of terry-cloth and then he "polished" them, or at least it seemed like polishing.
"Feels good!" she sighed when he finally finished and they both stepped out of the tub. Mike dried off her feet while she stuck her long blonde hair under the blow-drier. In a few more minutes, they were all spiffed up and just waiting for Cher to start round two!
"What do you think I should wear?" Rita asked the boy who was putting on his slacks and shirt.
"Why don't you put on something that makes you seem like, well something that makes you like a mother. That way Cher might get the feeling that she is licking out her own mom!"
"What would make me look like that. After all, I'm only 22!"
"How about a bra and girlie set! And some stockings that are attached to the bottom of the girdle. And a housecoat over the whole thing. That'll do the trick, I'm sure of it."
"If you say so," said the woman a little unsure of the scheme. But what the hell! The only problem was, she was not sure if she had a girdle; it was such a long time since she wore one.
After a bunch of ransacking through her closet she found the box that contained all of her old underwear. There were all shapes and kinds of bras, panties, garters, stockings and girdles. There was even one complete corset. After rummaging around for awhile, right at the bottom of the box she found what she was looking for. A black lace girdle, with a front elastic panel in the shape of a big butterfly. The crotch piece was a piece of sheer nylon through which her pussy could be clearly seen. And anyway the thing fit so tight, her mound of Venus made a big hill where her legs came together.
With some effort she squeezed into the tight thing. She had to really push and shake to get her ass into the binding device. When at last she was all the way in she felt a little like a salami, that is until she looked in a mirror!
The mirror revealed that she looked mighty sexy in the tight, black, semi-sheer material. Somehow, the way it was binding her was very erotic; and the fact that it was partially covering her private parts was also exciting. She ran her hands over the stretched material and felt how the silky cloth conformed to her every bump and hill.
"I bet that little girl will love this!" she said to herself as she fastened the clasp on the bra that went along with the girdle. It too was black lace done in a butterfly motif. Her nipples were just barely discernable, and then just as dark disks at the apex of the mounds.
She hooked up her dark stockings. Luckily she had found a pair that still had a seam up the back. As a last idea, she took out a pair of spike-heeled black high-heeled shoes.
Now she looked like a whore from the middle fifties.
"I don't think I'm going to wear a housecoat over this! This is too sexy!" she said to herself. "It's funny, this covers me up more than a bathing suit does, at least one of my tight bikinis! But it is three times as arousing!"
Rita heard a whistle behind her. She turned around and there was Mike staring at her.
"That sure is something!" he said and he unzipped his zipper and out popped his cock, hard as it ever was, pointing right at her crotch like a homing pigeon.
"If you think I'm going to fuck you, you're crazy!" she laughed, "it takes me ten minutes to get in and out of this thing." She snapped the bottom of her girdle to show him exactly how tight it was.
"Well at least let me feel you up. It really would be like feeling up my mother."
"OK, and if you want you can shove your cock in my mouth, that won't be any problem."
"That's a deal!"
Mike led her to the bed and made her lie down. He quickly ran his hands over her whole body to get a feeling for the lay of the land. His fingers ran up between her legs and touched her pussy through the girdle. Rita shuddered at the feeling. His hand slipped further through her crotch and felt the tight drum her ass had become under the girdle.
After feeling up her hips and crotch for a good long time, he moved his skilled hands up to her breasts. They felt much different encased in the lacy material of her bra than they did nude. For one thing, they were pointy with the bra on.
"I think I better stick this thing in your mouth!" he said pulling on his cock.
"Mmmmmm!" Mrs. Smithfield said just as the doorbell rang. "Well it looks as if your friend is here. Which means you're going to have to take a rain check on that blow job!"
"Should I go down and get it?" he asked.
"Yeah, why don't you go down and let her in and I'll wait up here."
Mike slipped away from her and headed down the stairs. Nervously Rita waited for the couple to return up the steps. She had never made love to a woman before, and this one wasn't even a woman really, Cher was just a girl!