Chapter 4
Frank James was shy, handsome, and several years older than Leslie. But the minute she met him she knew he was the one.
And although he seemed interested in her, she couldn't get him to fuck her on either their first or second date. On the third she decided to take matters into her own hands. She suggested a ski weekend, and made sure that she made all the arrangements herself.
Instead of two rooms, she reserved only one, a luxurious suite. Shortly after their arrival, she tried to get the conversation around to his sex life. At first he was reluctant to talk, but a few drinks loosened his tongue. And while he talked, Leslie moved close to him on the sofa, rubbing her lush body provocatively against him and breathing deeply, making her big tits thrust outward like two huge melons against her blouse.
Frank's breath caught in his throat, and he couldn't take his eyes off her tits.
Leslie smiled and moved closer to him, until her lips were tickling his ear. "Frank," she whispered sensuously, "I'm really not in the mood to do any skiing right now, are you? Couldn't we find something else to do? . . . indoors?"
He couldn't speak but he nodded. She raised her blouse and her knit sweater to show her perfectly shaped tits. She wore no bra. His dark blue eyes fixed on her dark-brown nipples. The longer they were exposed to the air, the harder their tips became.
She rose from the couch and deftly unzipped her slacks, then slithered them down her thighs to the floor and kicked them away. Her flowing hair fell on the delicate skin of her shoulders and tits. As she stpped out of the slacks, his eyes opened wider.
"Gorgeous . . . beautiful," he managed to breathe. He began to feel his cock rise.
She remained in her bikini panties. Her long legs were perfectly formed, and the way they tapered at her crotch excited him. He wanted to feel her. He reached out tentatively and ran his palms across her soft round belly, then quickly withdrew his hands.
"Let me see you, Leslie ... all of you . . . please?" he said softly.
Electric tingles of anticipation and excitement coursed through Leslie as she removed her panties and bared her pussy to his eyes. Then his lips were moving over hers, kissing along the line of her jaw, finding her ear. When his hot breath seared the already aroused flesh and he began to nibble, she could no longer contain her passion.
"I want you, Frank! I want you more than any man ever! Fuck me, darling. Right here, right now! Fuck the hell out of me!"
Her legs parted wide, and she shuddered as his hand closed over her cunt. His tongue was driving back and forth in her ear, a mock fucking, a promise of things to come. And his hand was massaging the flesh all around her cunt. He pressed firmly on her pussy mound. The skin tightened and stretched around her clit. Lightning bolts of desire blasted into
Leslie's body. She shivered, hot and cold rushing over her whole being.
"Your cock, Frank . . .oh, God, I want it in me!"
"Oh, shit, I want you too, but . . . but . . . "
God, she thought, he really is shy! She decided to push it.
"I want you, darling. I want your cock running hard into my pussy! Feel me! I'm wet! I need you, Frank! Please, please, give me that goddamn cock of yours!"
He cut off the torrent of words with his mouth. In the same motion, he picked her up and swept her onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. Leslie wound her strong, gleaming white thighs around his waist and pulled him to her pussy.
His cock was already out and hungry. It found an incredible warmth in her cunt. There wasn't any fancy foreplay. They both knew what they wanted and how to get it.
She gasped as his prick shot all the way up into her cunt. His cock bucked strongly inside her. The thick-veined prick made her feel fulfilled, a complete woman.
"Like it? All the way up you?" he panted.
"It's wonderful, Frank, marvelous! Now fuck me! Fuck the living shit out of me!" she cried.
The feel of his cock stirring around inside her belly made her a weak, rubbery mass of flesh feverishly shivering on the bed. She tightened her grip around his waist and pulled him even deeper up her cunt. The blunt head of his cock lightly touched her hidden cervix. The slight rubbing so far up her belly made her muscles knot with anticipation of even more to come.
"Oh, shit, yes! That's it! That's the way!" she moaned.
When he began pulling out, she tried to stop him.
"No, darling, don't stop! Ram it into me . . . all the way! I want to keep you inside my cunt forever!"
Tensing her stomach muscles caused her pussy walls to grip firmly on his rampaging cock. Frank moaned but managed to continue his slow retreat from her hole. When he felt only the head of his prick inside her well-greased pussy lips, he growled, "There! Now back!"
"Aaaaaiiiieeeee!"
The sudden surge of his cock back into her tight hole was too much for her to handle. She tried to grip as firmly as she could on his prick, and this set her off coming.
Frank gasped as he drove hard into her tight fuck hole. Her cunt walls rippled and convulsed along the entire length of his driving cock. The erotic massage his cock was receiving made his heart pound faster and faster.
Not able to restrain himself any longer, he pulled out and then crammed his hips forward as powerfully as he could. He worked his cock mercilessly in and out of her clutching, coming cunt.
The sight of his meat vanishing up her pussy was beautiful. He could see her cuntlips spreading around his prick, his shiny cunt juice-greased prick vanishing entirely into her pussy.
He heard the sound of his blood thudding hard in his temples. It was relayed all the way to his crotch. His groin was on fire with lust. His cock was going crazy with desire now. It jerked and danced and bucked hard inside her hot pussy. Her cunt was the tightest, hottest he'd ever had, and the feel of the wet, slurping juices as he fucked her pussy drove him to the brink of passion.
He fought back the rising tide of his cum. Not yet. He had to give Leslie the fucking she deserved.
"Ohhhh, baby, you're beautiful ... I love to fuck my prick into your sweet pussy!" he groaned.
"You're so big, darling," Leslie panted. "I love it! Your big, fat cock fills me up completely!"
"It's you who's small ... so small and tight and warm and wet!" "GIVE IT TO ME!"
She was filled to-overflowing with his cock. Her entire belly was alive with the joy of sex. She tried to relax, to enjoy the long, hard strokes driving into her cunt. She could feel every iron-hard inch of his buried cock. Her cunt walls were softly folded around a huge prick, one with a knobby head that throbbed with manliness.
She couldn't relax. Her body tensed for another come. She reached out and grasped him by the arms and pulled her body up a little.
"Fuck me good, darling! Damn, I'm . . . I'm so close . . . I'm almost there . . . fuck me! Fuck me harder! FASTER!" she shrieked.
This time, as her cunt squeezed powerfully on his prick, he didn't keep fucking her. He came. His cock blew out spurt after white-hot spurt of his cum. He filled her cunt hole to overflowing with his jism before they both collapsed, panting, back onto the bed.
Finally relenting, Leslie released her death grip from around his waist. They lay side by side, hands roaming over each other's bodies, exploring, probing, seeeking the familiar and the unknown.
"God, you're a fantastic lover, Frank, darling," Leslie breathed. "I never dreamed you sported such a fantastic prick!"
"And I never dreamed you could fuck like a rabbit, either," he grinned. "I don't know, or care, who taught you, but he did a great job."
"Frank?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"And I love you."
They were married two weeks later, and for the next year, Leslie played it completely straight. She fucked no other men. It was hard while Frank was flying, but she was determined to be faithful. Now and then, when Sissy was in town, the two of them would have a girl-to-girl session. But no men, even though it was driving her up the wall.
And then one afternoon, Clint Thompson, Frank's flight superintendent, showed up at the house, drunk and obnoxious.
Leslie was taken completely by surprise when he grabbed her and kissed her, keeping his mouth on hers until she was choking for breath and had to fight him off.
"Clint, how dare you!" she raged. "I've a good mind to tell your wife . . . and my husband as well!"
"I don't think that would pose much of a problem, Leslie," he replied with a smirk, "since your husband's been fucking my wife for three months already." He laughed heartily when he saw the incredulous expression on Leslie's face. "I'm surprised you don't know about your old man. Hell, he's got the reputation of fucking every stew that flies with him."
"That's impossible!"
"The hell it is. He married you, honey, because you're the best piece of ass he ever got, but that doesn't stop him from getting it everywhere else."
That bastard! Leslie thought. And all this time I've been fucking my fingers! It would serve him right if I screwed his boss!
The idea became a reality when Clint grabbed her and kissed her again. Her protests were only feeble and half-hearted. The worst of it was that Leslie began experiencing the same exciting feeling she had before her marriage when a new man, a new conquest, a new cock, had come into her life.
"You want it, don't you, baby?" Clint grinned lewdly.
"I'm thinking about it," she grinned back, "you handsome old bastard."
It secretly thrilled her to realize what power she had over men. Clint was looking at her as if he wanted to eat her, and one of his hands slid down to caress her pert, plump little asscheeks.
She felt him tugging her skirt up at the back, and his other hand slid around her thigh and dipped under her raised hem.
"Lovely . . . lovely," he kept muttering, as if to himself more than to her. "Lovely legs, lovely flesh . . . lovely, smooth flesh ... up your lovely thighs. And, here . . . ah! . . . here it is . . . the lovely little wet cunt!"
Leslie gave a start. He had his groping hand under her panties. His free hand withdrew from under her skirt and took her wrist to thrust her hand down the front of his trousers.
Her hand trembled a little as she held it poised, ready, while he undid his fly. Then she was clasping a very rigid cock. Clint sank back onto the sofa, his knees slightly apart, his fiercely erect prick fully exposed.
"Come on, Leslie, honey," he beckoned to her. "Come and show me you know what this is for!"
He flicked his thick prick with his fingers. Leslie's eyes were glued to the massive size of his cock. She had never seen a bigger one. Slowly she stepped closer to him. Clint yanked one of her legs to one side of him, then her other leg to the far side of his legs. She was now straddling his knees, standing and facing him. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her down onto his lap. His guiding aim was very good. She bent her knees and gasped when she felt the first probing thrust of his prick touching her cuntlips.
Jesus, she thought, his prick is twice as thick as Frank's! Well, it serves him right.
She sighed and wriggled her hips, sinking lower and lower onto his cock. A low moan of pleasure escaped from her mouth as she began to sample the full extent of his cock. His hands held her more firmly as he thrust and pulled until she was completely impaled on his lap.
"Damn, let's get our clothes off," she moaned. "I want to fuck your cock right!"
Clint moved away from her and sat up straight. He bent down and took off his shoes and socks. He straightened again and discarded his shirt, and the more Leslie saw of his body, the more she hungered for his prick. He had a strong, well-defined frame, and his skin was smoothly tanned.
He stood up and took off his shorts. Leslie gasped as she saw the full power of his cock leap arid bob before her eyes. Quickly she shed' her own clothes, loving the way his eyes devoured her nakedness.
Tugging him into the bedroom, she sat on the edge of the bed and posed, letting him look her over. She knew she had never been in better shape. The muscles which supported her high, full tits were in tone, and her legs were solid. Her whole body was athletically firm where it should be. Like him, she was tanned, though lighter, with only a little white where a bikini had covered her.
He moved closer to her. "You want it, baby . . . take it!"
Leslie didn't argue. She was rapidly getting past the waiting stage. She reached to him, her nails digging into his flesh as she grasped the mighty shaft of his cock. Clint emitted a sharp cry as she hung onto him, covering him with erotic kisses until he grabbed her hair and brutally pulled her mouth off his prickhead.
"You cock-hungry bitch, you're beautiful,"
he growled.
"Come here, you stud!" she growled back.
"Spread! I gotta taste you!"
Taking one knee in each hand, he spread her thighs and opened her pussy.
"Oh!" The sound rushed out of her without control, and it was followed by longer, breathier sounds. "Ooohhh . . . ahhhhhh!" Clint moved up between the two silken thighs and, leaning forward, pressed his mouth to the patch of blonde hair at the base of her belly.
He kissed her lightly the first time, hardly more than a soft brush of the lips, but then he returned his mouth to her cunt, kissing her in earnest. He ran his tongue over the succulent flesh of her pussy, wringing another moan from Leslie's throat, and then slid his hands up the length of her thighs until they rested on either side of the inverted triangle of her pussy mound.
She quivered and trembled at the touch of his fingers, and he knew he had her. He moved his mouth over her again, then slipped his tongue inside, past the lips and into the in-terior of her soft, wet pussy. With a sudden convulsive tremor, she reached forward and grabbed his shoulders in her hands, holding him tightly.
She let out a crisp, short cry of pleasure, digging her sharp, fingernails painfully into his skin, but he worked on her all the harder, sliding his tongue into her hole and working over the gooey walls of her cunt, bringing her to a higher pitch than before. Leslie whimpered loudly with the increasingly intense pleasure, clutching at him so hard that he thought she would draw blood.
He thrust his hard tongue as deeply into her cunt slit as he could, running it across her throbbing clit. She let out a sudden gasp, her mind reeling from the intensity of the sensation. Her body trembled and jerked each time his hot tongue passed over her clit. She was going wild with pleasure, and Clint kept it coming, kept it mounting, and he knew when she hit an orgasm the first time. He continued with his expert ministrations, running his tongue up into her cunt and withdrawing it when the muscles of his mouth became strained from the exertion.
"Oh, God!" Leslie wailed, her voice choked with lust. "Oh, oh, ohhhhh, God!" Her knees straightened in front of her and her thighs clamped in on him, locking him to her. He could feel the slickness of her thighs as she became bathed in sweat. Her pussy was sopping from her juices and his saliva. He worked harder than ever, driving her on to an even more intense climax than before.
Leslie arched her back, then leaned forward, her body curving down over his head until he could feel her big tits hanging against his neck. She was crazy with lust now, wild with ecstasy. He knew she was close to coming again, and he suddenly wrested himself free of her thighs and came up in a crouch, pushing her back to the mattress.
He sprawled over her, his giant cock stiff between her legs.
"GIVE IT TO ME!" she cried. "Please, goddammit, please, now! NOW!"
He took his cock in his hand and rammed it into her pussy and then thrust with his hips, driving deep into her cunt. She cried out in a weird, hollow voice, and then her teeth bit his shoulder until he felt the warmth of her saliva mixed with the warmth of his blood. His hips thrust and receded more and more quickly, jamming into her with all he had. He could feel the cum in his balls welling up to flow, and he didn't try to fight it back. He wanted to come in her, to fill her sweet, tight pussy with his steaming jism.
Leslie hit her climax just as his cum filled her. He felt his own orgasm sweep over him like a blanket, covering him and drowning him in a fierce power. Finally he was drained.
"You came," she moaned.
"Yeah."
"Too fast, too soon!" she cried. "Can you come again?"
"With you, I can," he replied.
They seemed to melt together, an experience Clint had rarely known with another woman.
She seemed to be touching him everywhere with various parts of her body, as though every inch of her lush form were hands, stroking him not only for his pleasure, but drawing their own pleasure from the contact.
Somehow her belly moved along his thigh, and he felt the wet, soft bush of her pubic hair along his leg. His body was drawn into the fork of her thighs as they rolled together, and the slick wetness of her cunt made a trail of cunt fluids across his ribcage.
One of her big tits hesitated at his opened mouth, and he sucked at it fiercely, sucking as hard as he could, feeling its nipple swell and extend. His mouth yearned for more of the throbbing lips farther down, for the sweet aroma of that hot pussy, for the clear, slick juice that gathered in the dark folds of her cunt. He held the weight of her tit in his hands, squeezing it hard enough to cause the pain that shoots straight down to the loins, hearing her hiss through clenched teeth.
"I want to suck your cunt again,'\ he croaked.
"It's full," she sighed. "I'll clean it out . . . "
"Don't bother," he gasped, "I'll do it!" Quickly, he moved his mouth down, still holding onto the punished but loving tits, chewing along the soft belly, inching his hips toward the mouth he knew would be waiting with its fiery warmth. Each bite he took in the folds of soft flesh were part of what she wanted.
Now he had both hands buried in the crack of her ass, sopping with her juices. As his teeth closed on her rippling belly, he felt the powerful reaction in her strongly.muscled ass.
God, he realized, she must already be on the verge of another come! His throat tightened in eagerness as the rich scent of superheated pussy became almost a visible cloud, and he forgot the sweet agony of his cock as he roughly spread the gooey cuntlips, gave one hot lick down the red channel and then clamped his sucking mouth on the dark hole.
There was an instant flow of the delicate juice, thin and clear and slick, and he knew that she had relaxed and tightened her cunt to expel this mouthful of wetness. The body under him moved ever so slightly, that her engorged inner lips with their demanding nerve ends could push against his chin and cheeks. Under his kissing lips, the strong muscles at the mouth of her pussy moved with their own yearning and joy, and Clint was aware that she had enjoyed a smooth, deep-running orgasm. The flow from the hole, now gaping open, had increased, and he eagerly siphoned out hte new stream. He boldly thrust his tongue as deep into her cunt as it would go. His nose was deep in the sweated crease of her ass so that his nostrils were filled with the good, strong smell of her asshole.
"Want my cunt again, now?" she whispered. "Yes!"
He moved up over her, slipping his cock between her legs so that it rubbed her pussy. He filled his hands with her abundant tits, rolling them, pulling them, mashing them, clawing at them, as Leslie twisted in delight under his touch.
Clint caught her at the waist and pulled her hips from the bed so that he could slip his knees under her and let his prick press against her pussy. She moaned as she settled herself down on him, twisting her hips deliciously as her weight lowered her over the vibrating cock.
Clint pulled her back and forth over him. His fingers searched through the lush cunt hair until they found her clit. Prick and finger both played against the throbbing little button, moving over it, rolling it around until Leslie began to breathe in heavy gasps, her hips shaking with spasms. He buried his face against her hair and neck as she sobbed and moaned and pulsed beneath him.
"Now!" she hissed. "Now! Oh, God, please fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
He raised his cock over her and plunged into her cunt. He drove his meat into her violently, powerfully, plunged it about in her, moved it around in circular motions, stirring the final explosions of her passion.
"Uh! Uh! UH!" she cried as she shook and trembled under him. "Fuck ! Fuck! FUCK!"
"Fuck, baby, fuck!" Clint chanted with her as he plunged even more viciously into her creaming hole. His hands roamed freely over her swollen tits and he twisted his body to take one delicious globe in his mouth. He dropped a hand beneath her ass and pulled her tightly to him as he rammed and tore at her cunt with his giant prick.
"Oh, Jesus, what a fuck!" Leslie chirped. "What a fantastic FUCK!"
His lips left her tit and sought her mouth. He attacked her tongue with his own, assaulted her throat, still driving his cock deep into her with quick but powerful thrusts of his hips. Her cunt played with him. He could feel her inner mucles squeezing as she embraced and swallowed his meat, as she devoured the plunging rod.
"God, you're^good, baby," he panted to her. "What a fuck you are!"
"Give it to me!" Leslie begged. "Give me every fucking inch you've got!"
Her ass and hips came alive in frantic movement. Her legs came up and locked around his waist as she bucked and twisted and shook beneath him. He felt her reach her climax a moment before his cock exploded its juice into her, before he showered his steaming cum through her belly.
"Oh, God, God, God," Lesie hissed in ecstasy, her face delirious with passion. "Jesus, that's good. So damn good!"
"You are one hell of a woman," Clint panted as his head lay against her soft tits, his hands limply caressing them. She leaned her cheek against his head and held him, lightly stroking his spent cock.
"With that hunk of prick I had between my legs," she smiled softly, "I'd have to be a hell of a woman. I like a well-hung man. Especially one who knows what to do with his big cock."
"I passed the test?"
"Mmmmmm," she hummed, licking her lips, "did you ever!"
"I don't think I've ever had a woman so ready and hungry for a prick as you."
Leslie rolled up on an elbow and looked down at him. "Honey, I love cock and I love fucking. There's absolutely nothing that can match the wonderful feeling of a prick pumping away in your pussy, just nothing. I've tried all kinds of things, but the biggest thrill is having a man empty his wad in me!"
Clint lay beside her, sucking lightly, teasingly, on her tits. She softly stroked his cock, her fingers playing along it lovingly. He felt an immense sense of well being. He had hit it lucky this day.
"Clint?"
"Yeah?"
"You weren't bullshitting me?" "About your old man?" "Yeah."
"No, honey. He's the hottest stud in the company ." "Clint?" "Yeah."
"You like to assfuck?" "Hove it."
"Then do it that way this time. Take me up the ass!"
He was all for it. This beautiful girl's ass was just about the finest he'd ever seen. More than a double handful of assmeat in each cheek, tight and firm, young and wanton.
Tenderly he ran his hands over the satiny smooth skin. Her ass gleamed in the light, marble white but vastly warmer and more vibrant than any lifeless stone ever could be. His hands carefully reached out and felt the velvety softness, then tugged her to him, turned her around and planted a wet, juicy kiss on one succulent globe. Then he quickly moved to the other asscheek and kissed it. The feel of his mouth moving on her asscheeks sent a jolt of sexual electricity rocketing through Leslie's body. She was quivering inside as if she'd turned to jelly.
Slowly, she sank onto the bed. Clint followed her down, his mouth moving constantly over her ass. When his rough, wet tongue speared out and into the deep canyon between her asscheeks, she knew this was exactly what she wanted and needed.
He had fucked her mouth and her cunt beautifully. Now she wanted a cock drilling hard and long up her asshole. From the feel of Clint's breath on her naked ass, she was going to get her wish.
His hands moved restlessly over her sides while he explored the deep crevice of her ass. He found her asshole without any trouble. When his tongue lightly probed into the tightly ringed little muscle, she thought she was going to lose her mind.
It was a gentle touch but one that was full of passion. It set her entire body on fire.
"Quick, Clint . . . fuck me quick!" she demanded. "I can't stand it much longer! I want your cock! Now! Fuck me now!"
On her hands and knees, her ass presented to his prick, Leslie felt the entire room spinning around her. She didn't remember much of what happened next. But it was all great.
She felt the hot cylinder of his cock pressing between her twin mounds of ass flesh and digging hard for her asshole. His hairy thighs were rubbing against her ass and driving her closer and closer to coming.
The blunt nose of his prick pushed hard against her sphincter. His tongue had liberally supplied spit for lubrication. When his cock finally jammed into her asshole, it was well-greased.
She gasped as she felt the thick, knobby head of his prick slide into her asshole. Jesus, he was big. She was sure he was going to tear her apart.
For a long moment he paused, as if savoring her inner fires and her tight, clutching flesh. Then he slowly drilled deeper up her guts. When his cock was buried balls-deep, she was sweaty and shuddering in reaction.
"Oh, God, it's good . . . it's the best fucking ever!" she cried. "Ream me out good, lover! I want to feel you deep inside me!"
Clint grunted as he slowly pulled out of her flaming hot asshole. The sheath of flesh around his cock was more like a glove. Her gripping asshole felt like a noose around his prick. Best of all, her ass trembled just enough; the effect was one of having a vibrator shoved into his groin. He loved it.
"Give it to me, Clint! Give me all your big cock up my shitter!"
"Okay, baby, you want it, you're gonna get every inch of it!"
He slammed harder into her this time. Her inner channel had expanded slightly to accommodate the huge invader. He didn't rip her apart--she just felt as if he had.
Gasping, she rammed her ass backwards into his crotch. Moving her ass in tiny circles seemed to tighten the effect of his cock inside her. It was a hot, all-male stirring stick buried far up in her guts. And moving as she did turned it around and around until she came.
"Aaaarrrggghhh! Shiiit, oh, I never, oh, ummmm!" she sighed, coming down from her sexual high. The cock was still deep up her bowels. It jerked with incredible lust. She knew he was going to keep fucking her and she was going to keep coming.
The entire area of her ass flared hot as he drove back and forth inside her. The thick head of his prick spread her ass flesh apart and sent waves of delight through her body. When he reached around and lightly fingered her clit, she came again.
Then things began to blur. She was coming so fast the entire world was lost to her. All that mattered was the long, hot cock fucking her ass. The finger on her clit sent her blasting off again and again. When he began pulling hard at her tits, Leslie cried out in a combination of pain and pleasure.
She was one giant raw nerve ending and every touch sent her spiraling into another orgasm. She felt his cock moving in and out of her asshole faster and faster now. The friction burned at her flesh. It was like a sexual enema. She loved the way he was fucking her ass.
And then he exploded. He blew his wad and creamed her bowels with his juice. She was only vaguely aware of what was happening. Dazed from her repeated climaxes, she finally realized he wasn't fucking her any more. Collapsing on the bed, she rolled over and looked at him. There was a smile on his face. It was a smile of complete satisfaction.
"You're one hell of a back door man," she grinned.
"And you've got one hell of an ass."
"I know," Leslie said, her smile broadening. "And that's the last time you get it, mother-fucker."