Chapter 2
It had been a good summer for Bob Foy. Business had never been better. And his beautiful wife had never been hotter. She was such a fragrant and juicy delight in her wanton bed-manners. He was lucky. Some guys who came to him in his" capacity as a marriage counselor had wives who were sexually crippled. Couldn't cum. Grew angry at any suggestion of oral sex.
"The only time I can get into my old lady's cunt is when I try to suck her out," one client had said. "Or ask her to do a little sixty-nine. She give me a fast fuck as the lesser of two evils."
Man, that was sad. Bob Foy, sitting in his office, smiled as he thought of his own good fortune. But he had his problems, too. After fifteen ears of marriage that was only natural. Even the most sex-oriented couple will some day find that here are no more variations to titillate their sexuality.
Why, only this morning they had failed to consummate what could have been a wonderful fuck.
His cock had been hard as iron, throbbing with zest and cum-quick itchiness. And he knew that Janet was in one of her cuntal heat waves. Man, when Jan got that way, you couldn't miss it! You could actually feel warmth flow out of that super cunt of hers. And you sure as hell could smell it! He smiled in tender reminiscence. Janet was a hell of a girl!
A hard prick and a hot pussy! Surely that spelled a successful joining of his joy stick and her drippy-sweet cunt. He had her get up on her knees, the height of her split ass emphasized by her head being down on the bed. Her pouting pussy in all its dark-haired splendor was thrust out like a cup in a beggar's hand. Its grainy pink lining was swelled from her inner heat and shining with the sweet slime from deep up her cunt. In fact, the juice was dripping out. And her tits were hard and swollen with her needs.
But something had happened.
He had slammed it into her too hard. Maybe. It had slid into her with a rush, aided by her slick flow of cunt juice. In this exaggerated position, her vagina had been foreshortened and her cervix was near her entry. But what the hell!?
They had fucked this way many a time. And Jan had shouted in the triumph of cumming when he had slammed against her womb.
Only this morning it had been different.
She had shouted, all right. "What the fuck are you trying to do? Tear my guts out?" And she had jerked her lovely ass from side to side, un-cunting him. And what does a guy's cock do? Bob's had fallen.
Tears and kisses and apologies hadn't done any good. Jan had the most wonderful mouth in the world. If it were not for her dignified position as his wife, he would enter her for the title of "The World's Champion Cocksucker." He had told her that on many occasions, the two of them laughing and loving.
And with his training he certainly should have been able to straighten out his own mind, overcome his frustration and hostility. But his feelings were still smarting.
Oh, well, he knew a cure for that. He looked at his watch. Irene Benson was due for her counseling period in five minutes. His receptionist-bookkeeper, Miss Terry Linden, had gone to lunch. After checking his appointments.
"You won't need me around for a couple of hours," she had teased him, wagging her cute little tits right up to press them against his sheer white shirt. They were small and hard and hot, just a real good mouthful. Or handful. And their creased little nipples were as hard as pink bullets when her ass was hot, which was only during two periods of the day: nighttime and daytime.
She had given his cock and balls a thoroughgoing caress. Hand way down under at first, almost at his ass-hole. Then cupping his balls warmly and with knowledgeable gentleness. And finally a straightforward feel of his cock. She was a great little girl to have around. Very confidential. Always willing. And no real worry at all. He'd had her on The Pill since she was fourteen when her worried parents had asked him for advice.
His advice had mainly been to avoid young boys. They were most--likely to give her a dose of clap. And he had proved to her that, generally speaking, a mature man's prick was better.
He watched her leave with a fatherly eye, enjoying the play of her muscular, beautiful young ass. What a treat to lick between those globes! What a fringe benefit to push his lips deep into that girlish twat and drink its young cunt goo!
He heard the front door of his office open and close. He heard the muted metallic report as the safety latch was activated. Dear Irene, what a meticulous person! What a marvelous patient!
He had kicked off his shoes and socks and loosened his slacks as soon as Terry departed. His big cock was beginning to fatten and stretch to almost its full size. He could hear softly swishing noises from the front office and knew it was the sound of Irene peeling her magnificent body. As he laid aside his shirt to become stark naked, he moved silently into the other room. And his heart and cock both leaped.
He went quickly to the blonde woman who stood in a small pile of clothes. She was loosening the brassiere she didn't need but which custom decreed. Her big breasts were luminous in the dimness of the office. Their nipples were long and thick, jutting from two circles of nubby pink flesh. If her husband thought of her as an Earth Mother type he was right, Robert agreed. The generous spread of her pelvic cradle, the richness of dimension in her sculptured thighs, they promised the gifts of love and motherhood.
As she turned to Robert Foy and murmured "Come to me, my long-cocked baby!" he knew the thrill of coming incest. The feel of fucking a genuine mother figure, of sucking breasts laden with milk and digging a hand into the warmest, wettest cunt in Santa Vaca County.
"Give me your tits," he whispered, embracing the warm body with controlled strength. His hands crept softly between her thighs, rubbing at the super soft skin. There was a dew of female perspiration on this, the naturally warmest spot on a woman's body. He moved his hands upward in a purposeful slide. The crisp blonde cunt hair was sticky and slick with the gradual formation of cum juice in her vagina.
"When I park my car next to your building, my darling Baby-Bob," the richly formed woman had whispered to him on their second session, "I start to juice! Yes, darling! To juice, to overflow my vagina. To feel the itch of cunt goo leaking through the hair. And all for you! To grease me so your vunderdong can enter my body without tearing my flesh!"
"Vunderdong?" Bob Foy had asked with a grin. "What the hell's that?"
The woman had clutched him to her warm breast, kissed him thoroughly and laughed like a schoolgirl. "Bullshit," she said. "A made-up word. I just mean you have one hell of a cock."
And she had proved she appreciated it.
Now he had his hand up between her strongly rounded thighs and the entire fork of his right hand was buried between her warm and oozing cunt lips.
"Jesus, Bobby, that feels good," the Earth Goddess groaned. "You devil! Kiss me! And then suck my pussy. Will you? Please, my dear? Oh, God, how I want you!" Her ass quivered through all its muscles as he let her down on the thick carpet.
"Don't start sucking me off just yet, Irene," he begged. "I get so hot when I stick my tongue in your cunt that I cum too quick. Wow, look at that sweet thing!" he cried, pressing her blonde-furred lips apart to show the cum-greased flower of her inner labia. They were so engorged with blood that they were almost scarlet. Holding his forearms as a brace, the woman playfully pumped her smooth ass up and down, so that her opened pussy seemed to be reaching for his mouth.
He sniffed the heavy scent of warm pussy. It clogged his throat with feeling. He held her thighs open and made little wet imprints on the damp inner thighs. His tongue twirled in the short hairs that straggled away from the cuntal nest. Her ass continued to pump at him.
"Oh, Baby-Bob," the woman whispered. "Oh, you're getting so close to my cunny! Oh, darling, I feel your breath on the inside of my pussy! It's leaking out my love for you! OHHHH!"
Passion struck into her guts as his cheek touched her at a tender spot. Pale fire itched in her pink twat, a convulsion of muscle throbbed inside her. Heat rose around her womb and she cried out again: "OHHH! Baby, that's so good! Oh, I'm so hot! Please let me have your cock! Please let me have it!"
He was so close to her that he saw the taut membrane stretched over her clit. The little bud was gray with its inner pressures, its deep needs. To please her, he licked up the greasy furrow of flesh.
"Mmmmm!" he hummed. His lips were pressed on the juicy surface of her split. The vibration of his humming picked up the tingling of every nerve in her exposed pussy. The heated cunt aromas crept into his nostrils and her fuck hole moved convulsively. As it opened and closed like a craving mouth, a clear stream of woman-cum pumped out.
He moved his head quickly to suck up this sweetly saline cunt syrup. He swept his hard tongue into the momentarily opened gap, hooking it in as deep as it would reach. His mouth reveled in the rich juice, his nose in the sweet strength of the savory hole. And his cock, swollen almost to bursting, throbbed with each heart beat.
He wrapped both his arms around Irene's big thighs. Holding her in this manner gave him an advantage. He could keep his sucking mouth plastered over her wet hole, gouging his chin into the moist crack of her ass. He was anchored to her so that no amount of thrashing would throw him.
She was so happy throughout her entire body that she did not care for anything but her inner feelings. Little waves of itching lust swept through her belly, around her clit. There was a growing warmth in her cunt and it seemed to spill out each time Bob licked at her. She loved the rasping of his cheeks on the tender skin of her thighs. But she loved the touch of his lips and tongue on her cunt even better.
"Darling," she murmured through her teeth, "is it all right with you if I cum? OH, I HAVE TO!" she screamed, and she whipped her strong body up and down in the throes of orgasm. "AAAGGGGHHHH! OH, BOBBY! MY DEAR! MY DEAR! SUCK ME! OHHHH!"
She lay panting after the storm and fire of such a huge orgasm had filtered through her body. "Feel my breasts, dear," she said hoarsely. "They feel like they'll burst!"
She pulled one of his clasping hands away from her leg and placed it over her breast. She was right. Her tit seemed swollen to twice its normal size. It was tight and full, and the big nipple was as big as Bob's thumb.
He moved along the thick carpet, getting his face up to where he could take the nipple in his mouth. It was hard and interesting to the touch of his lips and tongue. Heat had swollen it and made it rigid. Heat had also darkened its color so that it was a cherry red.
"Ooooohhh!" the solid woman moaned, twisting her body as the electric shock of his deep suction burst in her tenderized breast nerves. "Oooooohhhh, baby! My big child! Oooh, can you get some milk out, darling baby? Suck hard! Ohhh! Oh, Jesus, Bobby! Oh, that hits right down to my cunt!"
She pushed him away and sat up, laughing. He knelt beside her, squeezing one of the firm, full titties. He was laughing, too. "I know and you know that a pussy's a pussy," he said. "And a prick's a prick. So tell me, why do we go so crazy for each other?"
She stroked his throbbing cock and kissed him on the cheek. "Whew!" she whistled. "Warm weather brings out the flavor of my twat, doesn't it, doll?" She kissed his mouth, tonguing him briefly.
"A week ago, I would have said because it's a strange cunt, a strange cock," she said. "You advise me and Sonny to expand our sex lives. You even suggested that he might find your wife willing. That's counseling above and beyond the call of duty. And I knew right from the start that your cock was the one I wanted."
Bob grinned ruefully. "And now I'm hooked on you," he said. "I love your cunt, and you know it!"
"You love my cunt, and I love your cock, but neither of us is hooked. That's the whole idea. You said it was, anyhow."
He pulled her down to the floor again and shoved his cock up close to her breasts. "You're only partly right," he said, "I never expected to feel so much personal interest in a client. It was just routine." He ran his hand deep into the softly flowing lips of her twat. "You and Sonny getting less and less pleasure from sex. Too dignified,' he said. And he was 'not enterprising enough,' according to you. So I suggested new horizons." He chuckled, ramming his hard cock between her heavy breasts.
She took his hard prick in her hand and kissed it, opening her heavy lips to take the dark red head into her mouth.
She licked her lips and grinned. "You've got something in your mind," she said. "You didn't get into this pose by accident." She cupped his balls in her soft hand, squeezing them gently, rubbing a warm finger along the base of his cock.
"I want to-wait a minute! What the hell!? Who's the counselor around here?" He was only half joking in his display of temper. "I'm the guy that's telling you, and you're the patient who's taking the advice," he said.
The woman kissed the inside of his thigh and smiled. "Yes, master," she jibed, but her voice was tender.
He rolled again, so that he was against her, facing her feet, but not putting his face down into the trough of her pussy. He fucked against her smooth skin, between her breasts. He rotated his hips so that the power of his body smashed her boobs and made them grip his cock.
"Ooh," the woman groaned. "Whatever you're doing, it feel hot and wonderful to me. Ooh, Bobby, dear! Fuck again. That's so lovely! Can you see my big old hairy twat down there? It's all yours, you know. Ooh! Fuck against me! Oh, Bobby! Please shoot it out on my belly!"
She writhed like some pale, smooth-fleshed snake and the pressure on his cock raised him almost to the sweet agony of cumming. She sensed it from the hard swell of his cock and she used both her hands to push her big titties close around his erect penis. He held her thighs again, but this time he was a foot from her cunt. He could smell its rich fragrance and his mouth watered as he remembered the tangy savor as he had sucked it only minutes before.
"Get ready for something, Irene," he said gaily. "I have a little surprise for you."
She squealed and bucked, almost making him cum too soon.
"Oh, I love surprises!" she cried. "Shove anything you've got anywhere you want to," she instructed. Her broad firm ass was trembling, her breath coming in shorter periods.
Very slowly, he adjusted his cock so that he could actually fuck along in the trough made by her breasts. "Now," he said. "Hold your titties around my cock. And help me as I begin to fuck."
He moved one hand down into the valley of her cunt. With his fingers, he wiped slowly and thoroughly in his wet channel, sopping up her slick cum. He continued to fuck in her tits, gradually raising his urge to cum until it was hung on a hair trigger. The woman, intrigued by what he was doing, was actually trying to move her breasts in unison with his cock. Their warmth and sensuality warmed her body all along her various fuck nerves, but his hand in her pussy, squirming in that vale of sensitivity, was of prime interest. His balls were coming right back to her mouth as his body slid back and forth on her chest. His thighs rasped her tender nipples and sent little shock waves of cum joy scurrying through her.
She felt his fingers wipe in her dripping cunt and move away, and felt something larger go into her pussy. His thumb, she judged, and suddenly knew what his 'surprise' was to be.
Her body was rigid for a second. She wanted to protest this invasion but it was too late.
With a deep pain and a sense of crowding she felt his finger go right into her ass-hole, clear to the knuckle. At the same time his thumb plunged hard into her cunt, pressing sharply. Thumb and finger met inside her, separated only by the thin walls of her vagina and rectum.
It was a shock and something between a pain and a pleasure to have her bowels so rudely assaulted. But she was truly exalted by the entire scene. The hard cock between her tits, rubbing so warmly on her breast bone. The feel of her nipples as she pressed them into her own flesh. The delight of her lover, who seemed more like her baby boy than ever now that he was doing such a schoolboy thing.
"Oh, fuck!" she heard her voice screaming. "I'm cumming, Bobby! OH LORD GOD! How good! Cream on my belly, Bobby! Shoot me that sweet cum!"
It was boiling out of him in long spurts, and she felt their liquid warmth on her belly, sometimes on her breasts, as he rocked back and forth, his hot sperm flowing in huge spurts as her spasming cunt echoed his orgasm.
There was a feeling of slow fire in her bowels as he ran his finger in and out. She had never known herself to be so sensitive in that area.
Bob lay on her, his cock still moving in slowing convulsions as his last drops of thick seed pumped out. Her tits felt like the cushions of soft, wet tissue in her cunt. But bigger and slicker. His finger was pushed into Irene's writhing guts as far as it would go. He only wished it had been his middle finger. Not that it was all that much longer. But it was something to think about. Maybe he could get two fingers into her ass on the next try.
He lay on his back and let her lick him, picking up each slick drop of milk-white semen on his cock.
"Oh, it's so lovely," she crooned softly as she held on to the thick tool. "Mmmmmm! Let me get up some of this fucky-juice from my belly. Wow!" And she scooped up a small handful from her navel. "It's still warm! Oh, Bob, is anything so sweet as a man's load?" She shut her eyes and licked her lips. Her expression was happy and predatory.
Neither of them had heard a key turn in the lock on the office door, but they looked up as Terry came in. The young girl was laughing and she knelt in excitement by the couple sprawled on the floor.
"Oh, Mrs. Benson," the tawny-haired youngster babbled. "Let me help you! Please! You can't reach it anyhow." She bent to her knees, her mini dress hiking up in back to show her lovely rump. She knelt between Irene Benson's parted thighs and swiftly began to lap up stray drops and minor puddles of Foy's sperm.
The older woman watched in speechless shock, leaning back on her arms to see what was happening.
"There's a few drops in my cunt hair," she said suddenly, and the young girl dived into Irene's muff. Bob Foy looked on, astounded. But he was deeply pleased. The play of human emotion never ceased to amaze him and interest him. This curious display of woman-to-woman interest between the two of them was fantastic. Without thinking, he put his fingers into the shadowed crack of Terry's young ass and felt along her warm, soft cunt lips.
His cock, drained of all his balls' juices only a few minutes before, made a slow turn as it lay on his thigh, and he felt the undeniable pleasure of its reawakening.