Chapter 7
Chrissy got out her sexiest black dress to wear that evening, because she was sure to have male company. Both Larry and Matt had promised to drop by. She just didn't know how she'd handle the situation if both of them showed up at the same time.
But that was the least of her worries. All she really cared about was having an attractive man in her bed that night, and once she got that taken care of, she could deal with anything else.
Though she'd already made it with Matt and Bernie that day, she was in desperate need of more loving.
The black dress was cut very low, showing off her big ripe tits, and it hugged her tall curvy body. She knew she looked very good in it. She made herself a drink and waited, wondering which guy would show up first and whether they could have a quickie before the other one arrived.
About seven, the doorbell rang, and when Chrissy answered it, she gasped.
"Jack!" she exclaimed. "What in the world are you doing here?"
He laughed and slipped by her into the apartment.
"You're surprised?" he asked. "Didn't you think I'd wanta be with you again, baby? Hell, I could hardly wait to get back to you."
This was something Chrissy hadn't counted on. She'd expected Larry or Matt, but not Jack Emerson.
Art's business partner was busy, married, and also very cautious. Somehow she hadn't thought he'd risk gossip by showing up at her place again. But here he was, looking her over eagerly and ready for some more fun.
Not that Chrissy was unhappy about the situation. Jack was a very attractive guy, and she remembered how much fun he'd been in bed. Her pussy swelled and heated at the sight of him, and she felt hot sticky cream seeping from her insatiable little cunt.
"Care for a drink, Jack?" she purred.
"Let's make it a quick one," he grinned.
Chrissy got the message. She and Jack ogled each other as they practically gulped their drinks, and then he pulled her into a hungry embrace. He slid his tongue into her mouth and probed around, and she creamed right through her panties. Her voluptuous body shuddered lustily.
Then Jack was unbuttoning the front of her dress. It was cut so low, there were only a few buttons. He pushed the dress off her shoulders and ogled the fully packed cups of her bra. The bra went next, deftly unhooked from behind. Jack slid the dress down to her waist and tossed her bra aside.
Chrissy slumped back against the couch and let him play with her big hot tits. Her tits were very sensitive, and they got even more so as they swelled and throbbed under Jack's expert touch. He stuck out his tongue and used it to tease her nipples into long stiff nubs.
"Mmmmmm, Jack, that feels so nice!" she gurgled.
"I been thinking about you, baby," he rasped. "I couldn't get my mind off you. I kept remembering how good it was with you, and I'd get a hard-on. My wife wanted to know what the hell was going on."
Chrissy giggled. She could just picture dignified Jack getting a cock stand as he pretended to read the evening paper.
"So what did you tell her?" she asked.
"That I wasn't getting enough," he laughed. "It was true. I wasn't getting enough of you."
"But what did she say?" Chrissy grinned.
"She said I was too old to act that way and that I oughta see a shrink," Jack chuckled. "So here I am, Dr. Chrissy."
"Hmmmmm, this sounds like a very serious case," Chrissy said solemnly. "I'm afraid there's only one cure, Mr. Emerson. I'll have to take you into the bedroom and use my special technique on you."
"I'll try to be brave," Jack leered.
Chrissy led the way to the master bedroom, her pussy on fire with lust. She'd forgotten all about the other visitors she expected that evening. She'd gotten a glimpse of Jack's fly, and it was hard and bulging. That was all she could think about. In the bedroom, she started pulling her clothes off.
Jack was quick to undress, too, and in a few moments they were naked on the bed, kissing and pawing each other. Chrissy hungrily rubbed her swelling mound against Jack's big hard cock, not ashamed to let him know how horny she was. Her pussy and her inner thighs were soaked with her uncontrollably gushing cuntal juices.
"Jesus, honey, you're still horny!" Jack exclaimed.
"You don't know the half of it," she moaned.
Although he didn't know it, she'd fucked three other men since making it with him, and it hadn't done a thing to cool her hot lust. Just the opposite, it had made her wild for more fucking. The more she had, the more she wanted. She reached down and eagerly rubbed his engorged cock, emphasizing how much she wanted it.
"Fuck me, Jack, honey!' she whimpered. "I need it so damned bad!"
"I guess you do," he said wonderingly.
He slid a hand between her thighs and felt the scorching slippery flesh of her cunt. She creamed into his palm. No question about it, Art Cole's luscious young widow was horny out of her mind. Jack's visit couldn't have come at a better time. He gave a horny growl and rolled on top of her.
"Oh, baby, get into me!" she moaned, opening her thighs wide.
Jack slid down between her legs and eased the engorged head of his prick into the tight but juicy opening of her cunt. As he started pushing his meat into her, Chrissy whimpered in bliss. She creamed helplessly, soaking his invading prick with rush after rush of scalding cream. She writhed with excitement as he crammed her full of throbbing meat.
"Unnnhhhh, yeah! Give me all of it!" she wailed. "Every inch of it!"
"You got it, baby," Jack rasped.
He shoved his hands under her firm little ass and cupped it as he began to fuck her in quick hungry jabs. Her excitement was catching. He'd intended to seduce her slowly and deliciously, taking his time and savoring each moment, but it hadn't turned out that way. They fucked at each other like a couple of rutting animals.
"Ahhhhh, yeah! Fuck it to me! Fuck it to meeeee!" Chrissy cried in a horse wail.
"Jesus, your pussy's hot!" Jack groaned.
Her hips jerked to the hard-driving rhythm of his big stiff cock, and the bed creaked to the same tempo. He was panting and groaning, she was whimpering and squealing, as he reamed deep in her molten twat with his iron-hard boner. It was plain old basic fucking, the kind Chrissy liked best.
She bent her legs and spread them as wide as she could to let his pistoning prick spear into her molten depths. She felt every inch of her gripping cunt raked by his plowing cock, and she sobbed in ecstasy. After so long without any loving at all, she craved the deep hard reaming he was giving her.
"Unnnhhh, yes, so damned good!" she howled.
"It sure the fuck is," Jack growled.
As they moaned and yelped at each other and made the bed creak loudly, they didn't hear the one quick and discreet ring of the doorbell. They just went right on fucking hungrily, unaware that they were no longer alone in the apartment.
Larry Gage, Art's old pal, had promised Chrissy he'd come back that day, but he'd made sure nobody noticed. It just wouldn't do for the young widow to be caught making love with her husband's best friend. Of course Larry was very eager to be with her again, but he was being cautious about it.
The only thing that would have given away of her mind. Jack's visit couldn't have come at a better time. He gave a horny growl and rolled on top of her.
"Oh, baby, get into me!" she moaned, opening her thighs wide.
Jack slid down between her legs and eased the engorged head of his prick into the tight but juicy opening of her cunt. As he started pushing his meat into her, Chrissy whimpered in bliss. She creamed helplessly, soaking his invading prick with rush after rush of scalding cream. She writhed with excitement as he crammed her full of throbbing meat.
"Unnnhhhh, yeah! Give me all of it!" she wailed. "Every inch of it!"
"You got it, baby," Jack rasped.
He shoved his hands under her firm little ass and cupped it as he began to fuck her in quick hungry jabs. Her excitement was catching. He'd intended to seduce her slowly and deliciously, taking his time and savoring each moment, but it hadn't turned out that way. They fucked at each other like a couple of rutting animals.
"Ahhhhh, yeah! Fuck it to me! Fuck it to meeeee!" Chrissy cried in a horse wail.
"Jesus, your pussy's hot!" Jack groaned.
Her hips jerked to the hard-driving rhythm of his big stiff cock, and the bed creaked to the same tempo. He was panting and groaning, she was whimpering and squealing, as he reamed deep in her molten twat with his iron-hard boner. It was plain old basic fucking, the kind Chrissy liked best.
She bent her legs and spread them as wide as she could to let his pistoning prick spear into her molten depths. She felt every inch of her gripping cunt raked by his plowing cock, and she sobbed in ecstasy. After so long without any loving at all, she craved the deep hard reaming he was giving her.
"Unnnhhh, yes, so damned good!" she howled.
"It sure the fuck is," Jack growled.
As they moaned and yelped at each other and made the bed creak loudly, they didn't hear the one quick and discreet ring of the doorbell. They just went right on fucking hungrily, unaware that they were no longer alone in the apartment.
Larry Gage, Art's old pal, had promised Chrissy he'd come back that day, but he'd made sure nobody noticed. It just wouldn't do for the young widow to be caught making love with her husband's best friend. Of course Larry was very eager to be with her again, but he was being cautious about it.
The only thing that would have given away his intentions was the hard-on that bulged in his expensive pants. He hadn't been able to control his cock as he thought about another evening of fun in Chrissy's bed. The girl was fantastic. She'd made a tiger out of him, and he could hardly wait for a repeat performance.
He rang the doorbell as softly as he could, so the neighbors wouldn't hear, but there was no answer. Maybe Chrissy was in another room and hadn't heard him. But since she was expecting him, Larry figured it was all right to go inside.
He entered the apartment quickly and silently.
He didn't see Chrissy, but he heard strange noises coming from the master bedroom just down the hall. He frowned as he listened to the groans and moans and squeals and howls.
What in hell was going on? Larry removed his shoes and padded silently across the thick fuck carpet.
He peered around the edge of the open bedroom door, and his eyes almost popped out of his head. Apparently Chrissy had forgotten their date, because she was in there making it with another guy.
The two of them were naked and fucking up a storm. The guy was on top, his hips jerking like crazy between Chrissy's widely parted legs.
The young blonde widow had her eyes screwed shut in ecstasy as she took the steady deep drilling of the guy's stiff cock.
"Unnnnhhh, yesss, Jack!" Fuck me! Fuck meeee!" she wailed hoarsely, her face contorted with lust.
Jack? That was the name of Art's business partner, as Larry recalled. The guy who had worked side by side with Art to build up the successful business was now in Art's bed, fucking his young widow. Some kind of partner he was! Larry reddened with anger and clenched his fists.
Then he simmered down as he remembered he was just as guilty as Jack. Even guiltier in a way, because he'd been Art's oldest and best friend, but that hadn't stopped him from hopping into bed with Chrissy at the first opportunity. No, he really had no right to be angry at this Jack character.
So what to do? A gentleman would have slipped silently from the apartment and left those two in privacy. Larry had been a gentleman all his life, but now he decided to take a vacation from it. He found he was getting off on watching the couple fuck.
He watched Jack's ass knotting and jerking as he hammered his meat into Chrissy's juicy eager cunt. He heard an obscene sucking noise and realized that it was Jack's cock reaming out her box. He heard Chrissy's shrill squeals of delight as she got fucked, and he watched her lust-twisted face.
Yes, he couldn't deny it was exciting as hell. His cock was practically tearing its way out of his pants, and he was breathing loudly and harshly. He'd never done anything like this before, and he wondered if he was some kind of repressed Peeping Tom. Whatever the explanation, Larry didn't budge
No way. You didn't get this kind of entertainment very often. He watched with rapidly mounting arousal as Jack and Chrissy fucked at each other faster and faster. His engorged dick and swollen balls felt ready to explode.
"Oooooh, Jack! You're fucking me so good, honey!" the young widow moaned. "Do it to me real hard now, baby! As hard as you can!"
Jack snorted with lust and went into high gear, hammering his cock to her so hard that the bed shook. Her body shook, too, her big full tits wobbling hard against his chest, their bellies slapping loudly together. But she never made a peep of protest about his roughness.
No, not Chrissy. As Larry recalled, she loved to be fucked hard. She was proving it now. As
Jack fucked into her like a pile driver, she screamed in ecstasy and clawed the bed, her curvy hips jerking to his horny rhythm. She threw her legs around his waist and locked them there, taking his jackhammering cock as deep as she could get it.
"Hard enough for you, baby?" he growled.
"Ohhhhh, yesss!" she hissed. "I love it, Jack! Fuck my brains out!"
Larry caught himself reaching for his fly. He was so insanely aroused, he'd been about to jack off. But he decided against it. The risk of being caught was too great and, besides, he wanted to save that hard-on. He had much more exciting plans for it.
"Oooooo, yessss, I'm almost there!" Chrissy wailed.
Her eyes tightly shut, her hips jerking like crazy, the beautiful blonde widow was aware only of the fire in her cunt as she rocketed toward orgasm. Larry watched her breathlessly, knowing just what Jack was experiencing and wishing that he was in Jack's place.
Chrissy's little cunt would be steaming hot and slick with juice. It would be sucking greedily at Jack's pistoning boner and soaking it with hot cream. And as she came, Larry recalled vividly, her tiny cunt would go tight as a vise around his cock. It must be happening now, because suddenly Jack let out a lusty yelp.
"Ohhhhh, shit, baby, you coming?" he groaned.
"Unnnnhhh, yessss!" Chrissy sobbed. "I'm coming so fuckin' good, Jack! Unnngghhh!"
Her body started bucking and writhing, and she wailed hoarsely as the delicious spasms ripped through her. How Jack managed to ride out her climax without coming, Larry would never understand. But the guy gritted his teeth and somehow held out. Chrissy went limp after about a minute.
"Jack, you're still hard," she said wonderingly.
"I'm not finished with you, baby," he leered. "I won't get many chances to be with you, so I wanta enjoy this as long as I can."
Unfortunately Larry was in the same position, and he began to feel impatient. Tomorrow he'd have to fly back to Los Angeles and his frigid wife, and he wanted another fantastic love-making session with Chrissy before he left. But this Jack seemed to be tireless.
"Good, fuck me this way," Chrissy said, wriggling out from under him and getting into the doggy position.
Leering, Jack knelt behind her and rubbed the swollen purple head of his cock over the hot and slippery flesh of her gash. He started to slide it into her cunt, but Chrissy impulsively jerked her hips down and lodged his prick in her brownie instead.
"Hey, honey, wrong hole," Jack chuckled.
"Oh, no, it isn't," she said, turning her head and leering at him. "I want you to fuck me in the ass, Jack."
Jack's mouth fell open, and Larry almost came in his pants.
Chrissy was a very kinky lady. She wriggled her hips again and lodged Jack's big prick about an inch into her hot little shitter. She wasn't just joking with the guy. She really did want him to stick his cock up her ass-hole.
"Okay, baby, you asked for it," Jack growled.
As he started sliding his cock slowly but steadily up the tiny back hole, Larry just had to have a better view. They might be annoyed if he walked in on their party, but there wasn't much they would be able to do about it. Grinning, he strode into the room.
"Larry," Chrissy gasped, Jack's thick cock halfway up her ass, "oh, my gosh, I forgot you were coming!"
"Obviously," he grinned. "But don't worry about it, honey. I'll just watch, and then I'll have my turn." He looked at Jack. "Don't mind me. I'll explain later. Just go ahead and enjoy yourself."
"Whatever turns you on, buddy," Jack replied with a shrug.
He was too horny and excited to stop now. He went on easing his stiff fuck tool into Chrissy's tiny shitter, till only his big coarse-haired balls were showing. Then he began ass-fucking her in deep long thrusts, and she clawed the bedspread and moaned in bliss.
"Ohhhh, God, yesss!" she cried. "It feels so exciting! Fuck deep, Jack, fuck my ass!"
It was exciting, all right-too exciting for Jack. He'd managed to survive the hot sucking of her velvety little cunt as she climaxed, but fucking her in the ass was just too much for him. He heard her hoarse wails of pleasure, and his balls exploded. He pumped her ass full of come.
"Take it up your ass, baby!" Aaagghhhh!" he roared.
"Unnnhhhh, unnggghhh!" Christy gasped.
She was enjoying that boiling flood of jism up her tiny hot shitter, but Larry could see that she hadn't had time to come. That created the perfect opportunity for him. He got out of his clothes as fast as he could, and by the time Jack rolled away from her, Larry was ready to take his place.
Chrissy eyed his steel-hard cock and gurgled with delight. Jack had been too quick for her to get off, but there was another stiff and ready cock waiting for her. It was the answer to a horny widow's prayer.
"Mmmmm, Larry, I'm so glad you're here," she purred.
But as Larry grinned and started to climb into bed, Jack interrupted.
"Hey, just who the hell is this guy?" he demanded.