Chapter 6
So it was that as Veronica went home earlier than she was expected, and in for quite a surprise, her husband arrived at the house she had just left. Calvin Moon had been in the neighborhood on business and, believing that his wife was playing bridge at Annie Sheldon's, had decided to stop by and ask if she wanted to meet him after work and have dinner in town. When Annie opened the door half naked, Calvin blinked and blushed in confusion.
Annie stared at him, startled, then made an attempt to cover her bare tits with her hands.
"Oh! Errrr I thought that Veronica was here, Annie. Evidently not. Sorry," he stammered.
"She ahhh the game broke up early today," Annie replied, flustered and caught unawares. But then a naughty idea came to her. Calvin was a good-looking guy and the thought of screwing him was exciting especially today, when she could kill two birds with one stone, getting well fucked and getting even with his wife.
Then, too, she calculated, if she seduced Veronica's husband, it would most likely cause trouble between them and maybe give her more time with the woman as a result especially if she were to hint to Calvin that Veronica was also being unfaithful to him.
"Come on in," she said. She opened the door wider and, in the process, bared her naked tits again. Calvin was staring hard at those adorable tits.
He grinned and stepped in. "Would you like some wine, Cal?" she asked.
"Sure," he said. He just couldn't take his eyes off her body and, obviously, she didn't mind. His cock was starting to get stiff. He followed her into the living room. She poured him a glass of wine and, handing it to him, stood close. Her tits thrust out and so did his cock.
"Anything else I can give you?" she whispered.
"Like what?" he rasped.
She giggled. Her slim belly thrust out and pressed against his swelling prick.
"Kiss me," she sighed.
His lips brushed hers, lightly, then passionately. Her tongue shot into his mouth, entwining with his. They swapped saliva back and forth. Then Annie drew away, an impish grin on her sultry face.
"Does my mouth taste familiar?" she whispered.
"What? Why should it?" he queried, puzzled.
"Oh, I just thought that it might. Maybe I'll tell you why -- later on," she teased him. She had decided to tell him that she had been sucking his wife's cunt on a weekly basis. But she wasn't sure how the man might react to that knowledge and figured she had better get laid first, just in case he might reject a cunt lapper.
She took the wine glass from him and, tilting it, dribbled some onto her tits. Calvin dropped his head and began to lick the wine from her tit-globes. He sucked the swollen pink tips into his mouth, switching between them.
He was a bit surprised by this brazen seduction but not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
She wriggled against him, rising onto her tiptoes and cradling his head to her tits. His hands ran up and down her sleek flanks, then slid around and cupped the hard cheeks of her ass, pulling her belly tight to his groin.
She unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it from his shoulders. Then she fumbled with his belt. He nursed on her tits, and then kissed her mouth again. His tongue probed in. He was still puzzled by what she'd said. Her mouth did taste like a cunt, in fact but he had no idea why. He figured that since he had caught her in such a randy mood that maybe she had been finger fucking herself and licking her sticky fingers when he had arrived.
It was an exciting thought. And a timely arrival, as well.
She opened his fly and dragged his pants down. His nylon briefs were stuffed by his heavy meat load, the elastic waistband drawn out from his lean belly. She pulled them wide of his hard-on and tugged them down.
"Oooooh lovely," she purred, gazing down past her tits and admiring his massive prick.
She fondled his balls and stroked his cockshaft, then rolled her belly against his meaty prick. She sank down to her knees and pulled his briefs on down. He kicked them off. Kneeling before him, she kissed the head of his cock and ran her tongue up his stalk.
His prick was delicious and Annie was tempted to suck him off. But she resisted the impulse for the moment. She wanted him to fuck her first and knew that his cock would be even mere scrumptious after it had been plunging up her creamy fuck hole. Being such an avid cunt-lapper, Annie was fond of pussy-flavored prick.
She rose up to her feet again and now Calvin dropped down to his knees and began to drag her bikini panties down. She shoved her bushy pussy into his face and he began to flash his tongue into her slot and against her clit. Holding her by the ass, he ground his face in her groin.
She closed her knees around his head and mopped his face with her cunt. Cunt juice ran down her thighs. He dipped down and lapped the creamy ribbons up. He was obviously a man of taste, thought Annie.
She cupped a hand under his chin and worked her clit on his tongue and lips, juicing into his mouth. His tongue whipped up her pussy, thrilling her. But she knew that his huge cock would feel even better.
She stepped away from his face.
His tongue shot out and he took a last lap at her gooey cunt gash before it was out of range. Cunt-juice was running down his chin like melted pearls. He licked his lips.
Annie knelt down, and then dropped over onto her back. Her agile body bridged. She raised her knees and parted her shapely thighs wide open. Her fuck box was a steaming grotto and juice spilled down her crotch lavishly.
Calvin crawled over and dove on her cunt again, burying his face between her legs and sucking hungrily. He obviously loved to eat pussy and Annie, who could well sympathize with that, let him munch her for a while.
"Tongue my clit, Cal -- ummm -- that feels so good!" she moaned, grinding on his head undulating and squirming as his lapper slapped in, splashing in her sodden cunt slot.
Then she whispered, "Fuck me, Cal..." He wallowed on her pussy far another moment. His cock was pounding furiously yet he hated to stop sucking on her sweet and fragrant fuck hole.
"Fuck me now we can suck each other off later after my cunt is full of your hot jizz."
He groaned and pulled his mouth off her pussy with a slurp. He moved up and mounted her. Bending, he kissed her tits, and then French kissed her flavored mouth. His ass jerked and his cock-head nudged into her cunt-gash.
Annie's cunt began to suck him in. The sensation caused Calvin to shudder violently. He wasn't thrusting yet, but Annie's foaming fuck hole was dragging his cock in like a voracious mouth. As her cunt slot pulled on his cock knob, he could feel the tug all the way back in his asshole.
He took his weight on his hands and knees and held his body arched above her. His prick was sinking in deeper. He gazed down at her open groin and watched as she dragged another inch up her split.
Half of his long, thick cock had vanished. Her cunt muscles clamped around his prick in a series of contracting rings, molding to the contours.
"Pump it to me, Cal," she moaned, eager for the fiery friction of a furious fuck. "Shove your big prick up me and screw my ass off."
Cal braced and his ass jolted. He drove all of his cock up into her fuck-box with a lurch. His cum bags slapped against the curve of her up thrust ass and her pliable pussy-lips plastered around his cock-root.
He held the full penetration, grinding inside her, his hard cock throbbing in her wet fuck hole. He was panting with the pleasure of every inch of his prick enveloped in her clinging cunt-hole and she was gasping with the joy of having her loins stuffed to the brim. Calvin's pleasure was being enhanced by the naughty knowledge that this was his wife's best friend that he was fucking although he had no idea just how good of a friend Annie was, nor in what fashion.
She squirmed and wriggled on his cock pumping her pussy muscles as if frigging him inside her loins. Her fuck hole seemed to have melted and fused on his cock. Annie began to fuck first. As Calvin held himself rigid above her, she slowly pulled her pussy up his prick until only the flaring knob was stuck in her suction cup slot.
Then she jerked down and buried it again. His cock felt like a red-hot poker as it plunged up her steaming furnace. The sultry bi-sexual was gurgling with the joy of getting balled.
"Hump me, Cal -- fuck me silly!" she wailed.
He cupped her ass in both hands and, lifting her loins higher, started to slam his cock in and out. His crown plowed deep into her cunt core and his long, iron hard rod was working like a lever in her pussy. The meat hissed in savagely as they fell into the rhythm.
His ass corkscrewed as he slammed in and her ass churned as she rode under him. As he pulled back, Annie twisted her lithe pelvis around so that she was winding her cunt-sleeve on his sliding cock-stalk. Then her crotch jolted down to meet him as he fed it up her again.
Calvin sank down and fed her a long, under slung stroke, his balls rolling along on the carpet. Then he hiked up and pounded into her from above, so that every inch of his cock-shaft ran over her clit as he bounced her ass violently down onto the floor.
His prick sizzled up her chute and Annie matched his vigor, her ass and hips dancing a wanton waltz. His balls hit her ass with a solid thud as his cock sank in to the hilt.
She pistoned and jolted in ecstasy, undulating, bridging, arching in turn. She was going crazy, jerking convulsively, squirming spasmodically. It felt as if he were jamming his prick into a whirlwind. He heaved up so vigorously that she damned near threw him from the saddle of her loins. His grip tightened on the cheeks of her firm ass and he hauled her back down on his cock, plowing in steadily.
Her fuck hole was molded to his cock, milking like a mouth. He felt the clinging suction as he drew out and her cunt lips distended down his sliding, glistening cock stalk, almost pulling her pussy inside out.
Her knees flew up and she clamped her sleek thighs around his haunches. Her heels locked behind his ass and drummed on his hard cheeks, then rubbed up and down in the crack. Then she threw her legs wide open and began to pump her feet as if she were pedaling a bicycle.
Each time his thick cock slammed in, more cunt-juice poured from her slot, pumped out by his plunger. The flow was getting creamier as she neared the crest.
She felt a drop of pre-cum ooze into her cunt.
"Yeah -- yeah -- shoot, Cal -- cream me!" she cried.
They were surging towards a simultaneous peak. His cum bags hit her ass like sandbags, swelling more and more as his load built to the bursting point.
"Cum inside my cunt!" she begged.
Her cunt was melting and his cock-head was spilling out plenty of preliminary goo. He was hammering in so fast she didn't know if he as coming or going. His ass was a blur, his balls like a fused bomb.
Her belly cupped and her thighs hooked as she matched his vigor with equal, unbridled intensity. Her heels drummed on his corkscrewing ass, pedaled again. Her thighs drew him into her. Her fuck hole was so wet now that his cock was splashing as he drove up her.
"Ohhhh jizz me!" she gurgled, as her cunt went off in an orgasm.
Calvin slammed into her savagely and his prick plowed through a great gooey wash as he stuffed it into her drenched tube. Cunt cum flooded out, waking her cunt and his balls and seeping into the crack of her ass.
His balls whacked her ass again and exploded.
"Ahhhhh!" she wailed, as she felt his prick expand and lurch. Then his foaming fuck juice whooshing into the depths of her fuck box in a deluge.
Annie cried out in rapture, cumming herself and feeling his jizz splashing into her in spurt after spurt. It felt as hot and thick as melted lead. Her cunt cum seeped out to merge with his spunk and the blended juices came bubbling from her cunt gash as his prick plugged her to the brim.
He grunted and she groaned. He felt as if he was shooting his guts out through his cock and she felt, as if her fuck hole was bursting into flames.
They came together and for a long time. The waves ran through Annie, ebbed for moment, and then stepped up again. Calvin faltered, missing a beat then rammed in and shot more juice into her seething cunt.
At last he began to flag.
He slowed down, then stopped humping, clinging to her with his cock still buried. She kept on grinding as she worked her own cumming off to the last spasms and milked out the last of her cunt milk on his immobile cock.
She reached down and grasped his balls, squeezing gently, to make sure they were empty. He grinned down at her and she smiled radiantly back. Her lips were parted and he bent down and kissed her, again remarking on how her tongue and lips seemed to taste of pussy.
After a while, he drew his prick out, ant had gone in, inch by inch. Although his nuts were slack now, his prick was still firm. The knob slipped from her cunt with a juicy slurp, swaying up and down on the end of his prick. He laid the heavy slab on her cunt bush. Annie looked down her torso and grinned when she saw he was still stiff.
"You're a great fuck, Annie," he whispered.
"I love it. You can ball me anytime, Cal," she replied. "And I wanna suck your cock, too."
He looked slightly disturbed.
"If we're gonna have an affair well, I wouldn't want my wife to find out," he said.
He wondered why Annie looked so amused. "I mean, we gotta be discreet," he added. "There's something I gotta tell you about Veronica," Annie said, mysteriously.
He raised his eyebrows, she didn't tell him yet. First she wanted a mouthful...