Chapter 5
It seemed she had just fallen asleep when she felt someone at her pussy, tickling it so teasingly with a well educated tongue that she began to squirm before she remembered where she was and who she was with.
"Oh, Tony!" she sighed. "Mmmmm, lick me, lover! It gets me so hot!"
He chuckled at that, but didn't take his mouth from her pussy. He had her spread open and sloppy already, as though he had been eating her cunt for a while before she woke up to find out what wonderful thing was going on.
"Is your cock hard?" she asked.
"Yeah," he paused to reply.
"Then why don't you fuck me?"
"Because you've got a sweet pussy," he said. "Don't you like to get licked?"
"Yes, but you're getting left out." An idea came to her. "Do you think I could suck you off while you eat my pussy? Would you like that?"
"Oh, shit, would I ever," he agreed. "Let me lie down, and you climb up over me."
As she positioned herself over him, he took hold of her asscheeks and pulled her down until his tongue came into scintillating contact with her cunt.
Groaning, she leaned down and found his stiff fuck-pole. It bobbed at her touch, its heat and musky aroma assailing her as she took the large knob between her lips. She sucked in as much of his cock as she could comfortably handle, and reached to find how much was left.
Only a couple of inches, she discovered. His hairy balls were almost under her nose, the heavy sac taut under her gentle caress. Something about the feel of his balls made her want to run her tongue along them, taste them.
Releasing his cock, she licked along its length, making it jerk impatiently. She knew what he was feeling, as his tongue was causing her to quiver and twitch in much the same way. It seemed so natural to be using her mouth on his cock, just as it felt so right to have his mouth on her pussy.
Once she reached his balls, she slid her tongue over them, feeling the wiry hairs glide beneath her wet kiss. The man groaned, shifting beneath her, signaling his approval of her technique in such a way that she understood him perfectly. So she licked his balls again, and again. His cock lurched, bumping her throat. His tongue plowed into her cunthole so far that his teeth were pressed into her pussylips. She was exciting him, and she loved it.
"Suck my balls," he pleaded. "Not too hard. Just take them in your mouth."
She gladly obeyed. Circling first one, then the other, with her lips, the girl gently pulled on them, licking them with her tongue. Tony was moaning with yearning while he continued to lap, somewhat distractedly, at her leaking pussy. She had him trembling with her exploration.
Once again she licked his big balls, carefully moving them so she could get at the underside. As she covered him with wet kisses, she urged him to move his legs apart. He wasn't licking her anymore; he was waiting.
When she began licking lower, the man drew his knees up, helping her have a better target for her searching tongue. Then she found it, the tiny rim of his asshole, and she poked it experimentally with the tip of her tongue.
"Oh, shit!" he groaned. "Yeah, baby! Lick my ass! Damn, that's good!"
He was stroking her asscheeks with his hands, breathing heavily up into her cunt. She was getting to him, all right. Maybe too well. She was beginning to feel awfully neglected, the way he was ignoring her pussy.
Yet she was having a lot of fun. His shitter tasted salty, sweaty, and like a male. Stiffening her tongue into a point, she stabbed at his tight sphincter, forcing it to open up to her. As she began to tongue fuck his asshole, her own ass was treated to a hot tongue that was just as bold and determined.
They writhed and twisted as each kept pleasing the other's ass. They both moaned with desire at the lewd kissing, both wanting more, both giving more. Her cunt was oozing, the cream dripping onto his neck. His cock was throbbing, pulsating between her plump tits. They were both excited and aroused, and ready to cum.
As if a silent message had been exchanged between them, they moved. She took his cock in her mouth, while the man found her clit with his tongue. When Tony stuck a finger into her stimulated asshole, she did the same to his shitter. Fucking at each other, they used their lips and tongues and fingers to extract every bit of enjoyment they could from the sizzling sixty nine session.
The flavor of her lover's big fuck-pole inflamed her senses, had her trying to swallow it all. As well, his tongue was slithering into every fold of her cunt, attacking it with an expertise that had her blood pounding.
Another finger entered her shitter. She quaked as he began to stretch her asshole.
"Let me cum before you fuck my ass," she panted.
"I wasn't gonna fuck your ass," he muttered. "Wait a minute, and you'll see."
She heard him open a drawer and fumble around. Soon he grunted, and the noises stopped. Then something pushed against her snug asshole, and forced its way inside.
"Oh, God, what is that?" she cried in fright.
"A dildo," he explained. "Don't get scared, honey. It's smaller than my cock. Around, at least. I bought it as a gag for a girl I knew, only she didn't think it was so funny. What do you think about it, babe?"
"It's, it's strange," she gasped. "Oooh, it's stretching me so."
"Does it hurt?" he wanted to know.
"No," she moaned. "Oh, not a bit. It's, nice. Mmmmmm, real nice."
"Then let's get back to it, honey," he urged.
Knowing exactly what he meant, she took his prick between her lips and treated it to a sultry suck. His tongue found her gaping cunt and enticed her clit with a swirling series of licks. Meanwhile he eased the dildo deeper into her clinching asshole, filling her so wonderfully that she couldn't keep her asscheeks from wagging gratefully.
She pushed her finger farther into his asshole, wanting to stick another finger in, but not wanting to hurt him. As she probed deeper, he became more active, his flexing asscheeks urging her to stroke his anal sheath. She knew how he felt. Her own asshole was alive with the pleasure of getting reamed out, her body gyrating wildly.
He began fucking her shitter with the dildo. Carefully at first, then more strongly as the fake cock began to slide more easily, he screwed her asshole. That probing dildo and teasing tongue were too much for her. She had to cum.
"Nnnnnhhhhh!" she cried, shuddering.
Nearly burying the man under her spasming cunt, she took his cockmeat all the way into her mouth. She stabbed her finger as far as it would go up his ass, while she worked her lips and throat on his big prick. He bucked up, his fuck-pole beginning to jerk madly. The prick erupted in her mouth, sending globs of jism into her mouth, nearly drowning her.
She sucked on his cockmeat until it shriveled, then let it go. Slowly, she pulled her finger from his asshole, panting from her violent orgasm. But her lover was still licking her, still moving the dildo in her asshole, as though unaware that she had cum.
"Okay," she murmured. "You can quit now."
"Quit, hell," he muttered. "I'll stop when I'm damned good and ready, babe, and not before. You just get comfortable and let me have your pussy to lick. I'll let you know when I'm through with you."
"Please, Tony," she said piteously. "I need to go back to sleep."
"Later," he growled.
Since he seemed to be getting angry, she gave up. Besides, his tongue did feel good on her cunt. And the dildo up her ass was nice, too. Sighing, she laid her head next to his flaccid cock and let the pleasing sensations flow through her.
Soon, though, it wasn't just pleasing. What the man was doing got her aroused, made her want to fuck. The only problem was that his cock wasn't up. There had to be some way to remedy that, she decided. Maybe a little sucking would do the trick.
She began by licking the soft cock, rolling her tongue over and around it. Once she had it wet, she carefully sucked it into her mouth, pulling on it gently to encourage it to stiffen. As she kept working on him without getting any results, she began to fear that he was done for the night.
But his tongue certainly wasn't. He was lapping her pussy so avidly that he seemed to be tireless. And the dildo in her ass felt so wonderful, made her hot to have Tony's cock fucking her shitter. If she could make him get a hard-on, she would beg to have him ass fuck her again.
For a while, it looked like she would have to settle for the dildo. Then, with her cunt short seconds away from another climax, the large fuck-pole began to expand.
"Wait," she stopped to plead. "Let me get you hard, so you can fuck my asshole. I don't want to cum until your cock's up my ass."
He quit licking her, but kept sliding the dildo in her shithole. The anxious girl sucked on his prick until it was at its full size and bobbing. Eagerly, she wet it down with her tongue, wanting it to slip into her shitter with as little discomfort as possible.
"All right," she said at last. "I think we're both ready. I want your cock up my ass so bad I can't stand it, lover."
"Me, too," he agreed thickly.
He drew the dildo out of her asshole, then he pulled her down beside him. She tried to get up on her hands and knees, but he pushed her onto her back.
Intrigued, she let him fold her legs up and back, then he settled them over his shoulders. He found her shitter with his fingers, then pointed his cockhead at it. With a hard shove, he impaled her with the fat knob, stretching her sphincter open.
"Oh, God!" she wailed.
"Easy," he soothed. "Relax. Just relax."
He rubbed her clit with his thumb as he forced his cockmeat into her asshole. The girl groaned and writhed, the combination of torture and titillation making her confused. Although she tried to keep her anal muscles lax, the entry of that big cock still caused her pain.
"Now," he grunted. "We're ready. I'm gonna show you what ass fucking is all about."
The way he was massaging her clit was the only thing keeping her from protesting. Despite the pain in her shitter, she was close to an orgasm. She hoped the stinging would lessen before she came; she wanted her climax to be beautiful.
But she couldn't hold back. She had been too hot before, and Tony was making her hotter. All she could do was surrender to her lust.
"Eeeaaahhhh!" she cried, lurching under him.
For some reason, the pain in her asshole vanished. Though she still felt stretched and full, the stinging was gone. And the man kept playing with her clit, giving her every reason to stay aroused.
Her cunt juice was running onto his cock, wetting it down. That made it glide into her upturned shitter even easier, helping to prevent the harsh pushing and pulling. The wetter his prick got, the better she could take it, and the more she wanted him to keep fucking her ass.
And still he mauled her clit, rolling it under his thumb, pressing down on it. He had it throbbing and standing up, eager for his rough attention. She tried to help him fuck her asshole, but he had her in such a position that all she could manage was to wriggle her asscheeks, and that not as much as she wanted to.
She ran her hands along his thickly muscled arms, adoring the strength he exhibited. Moaning lustfully, she placed her hand over his on her cunt, feeling his fingers working on her juicing slot.
"Want to frig yourself?" he asked.
"No," she replied with a grunt. "I want to feel you touching me."
"Then, I'm doing it right?"
"Yes," she groaned. "Oh, yes. Perfectly."
Her fingers slid over his, touching her cunt here and there, picking up droplets of her cream. She reached farther, until she felt his cock. Lightly, she stroked the thick fuck-pole as it reamed her shitter, feeling its heat, its power. Then she let her fingers trace the spread rim of her asshole, feeling of the tender skin that seemed stretched to the point of splitting.
"Aaaaaaiieee!" she screamed as she came again.
She plunged three fingers into her cunthole, and her ass did a jiggling dance of fulfillment. What she needed was a cock, she realized. One for both fuck-holes, ripping into her at the same time. That would be something to really get excited about.
The man's cock was twitching, and he made several quick, rapid fire thrusts into her shitter before he shoved it in and let it coat her shithole with his spunk.
Once they both quit twisting and lurching, he let her legs down, then crawled to lie beside her.
"You're a hot bitch, know that?" he muttered.
"I'm beginning to find that out," she murmured, now satiated. "With your help, that is."
He pulled her to him, nestling her head against his shoulder. His arms held her trapped there, as though he thought she might try to run away.
"Do you really like getting ass fucked?" he wanted to know.
"Once it quit hurting," she admitted.
"And the dildo. What did you think about it?"
"It got me hot for your cock," she said quietly. "What's with all the questions, Tony?"
He sighed into her hair. "I guess I just want to make sure you'll come back again," he revealed, sounding uncertain.
"Oh, I'll be back," she promised honestly. "Maybe only once a week, until I get my customers lined up. And whenever Jason's out of town, I can spend the night. If you want me to."
"Great," he mumbled. "That's just the answer I was hoping to get. Now let's get some sleep."
Even though she was tired, Arlene only dozed between then and dawn, somehow aware that the man next to her wasn't sleeping much, either. His arousing body stayed pressed to hers, the heat of him so intense that she needed no covers. Whenever she tried to turn over, his arms tightened around her like steel bands. Her tits brushed his chest with each breath, keeping her nipples erect and throbbing. She had never experienced such a turn on before, and for so long, without things accelerating into a fuck.
As it began to get light out, Tony got up and went into the bathroom. When he returned, she could see his cock was ready for her, fat and long like a tasty sausage. Silently, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs, reaching out to him as he joined her on the bed.
When he got between her legs, he sank his prick into her leaking cunt, pushing it in by inches until it was all inside her. Wordlessly, looking down into her eyes, he fucked her, moving in an ever increasing tempo that soon had him pile driving his large prick into her pussy-hole.
She pulled him down and kissed him while he rammed her with his prick. Her orgasm was already beginning, the tinglings bursting into flares of heat. Arching her back, she came, her keening wail lost in his throat.
Still he kept fucking her. He was purposeful, grinding his cock into her sloppy cunt as though trying to force his balls into her, too. As hot as she was, she felt she could take them, that it would only make her cum even more.
His hands glided over her tits, rubbing them, squeezing them, getting her so worked up that she began nipping at his lips. She dug her nails into his flesh, scratching him without meaning to. He responded to her lustful frenzy by bending her legs back over her and bulldozing his cockmeat even more strongly into her cunt.
She screamed at the increased force and pressure, flailing her head in ecstatic delight. He had her climaxing with each stroke of his powerful cock, her cries of release a continual sound that ebbed and flowed with every orgasm she experienced.
Then he stiffened, his cock spewing out its thick juice. Shuddering, the girl came again. Though she wasn't ready to stop, she knew that Tony was finished for the moment.
"What time is it?" she panted.
"About seven," he answered, grinning. "Oh, yeah. You're gonna go see those two guys. I wish them luck, babe. But I don't think they'll be able to calm you down for long."
"You're a bastard, Tony," she pouted. "I can't help it if I like to fuck, can I?"
"I guess not," he agreed. "Go get yourself cleaned up. I'll fix us some breakfast."
"Not for me, thanks," she pleaded. "I, um, I'm not hungry right now."
He gave her a knowing look, then got up. With a deep laugh, he turned to get some clothes and then began to dress. She decided to ignore his teasing attitude and went to the bathroom to piss and then freshen up. The sample bar of soap was still on the sink, so she used it to cleanse away the traces of her erotic night with Tony.
That unique fragrance made her inhale deeply, stimulating her senses. No matter what Tony thought, she felt that the Tahitian Cove scent was a definite plus toward her sexuality. No only did it make her smell sexy, it also made her feel sexy. Which made men turn on to her in very satisfying ways.
She soaped her pussy carefully, not wanting to get too hot before she was with Ross and Chris. What she had in mind to do with them was going to be fantastic.
"Your things are on the bed," Tony said from the doorway. "Even your case. I, uh, hope you're not too upset with me for what I said about you."
"Why should I be?" she answered. "It's the truth, isn't it?"
"Well, you seemed, I don't know. Distant."
"Distracted," she corrected with a smile. "If your cock had been hard, I would've shown you how upset I was."
She finished rinsing off and patted herself dry with a towel. The blonde was still standing there, looking at her as though he wanted to say something else. She walked up to him, looking him squarely in the eye.
"Okay, Tony," she murmured. "What is it? I can tell something's bothering you."
"Yeah," he sighed. "I'm wondering about this sales thing, about how many other guys are gonna want you, gonna fuck you. Where will I fit in, if you've got twenty guys all aching to screw you?"
"Lover, don't worry," she whispered. "I'll always have time to drop by and take care of you."
To prove her statement, she wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed her lush body against him while she kissed him sensuously. The last thing she wanted was for him to think she would forget him. Especially since he knew so many ways to bring her off.
When he broke the kiss, he was grinning. He reached to stroke her nipples, making them firm under his stimulating fingers.
"Okay, I believe you," he said. "But if I need to see you, what can I do?"
"Call me," she replied simply. "If my husband answers, tell him you want to place an order. He doesn't have to know what for."
She kissed him again, then went to dress. Tony watched, an amused look on his face.
When she took out a sample of cologne and dabbed it on, he chuckled lewdly.
"Yeah, you know how to sell a product, all right," he told her. "Go easy on those two guys, honey. You'll have their balls in traction if you don't."
Laughing with him, she gathered up her samples' case and purse. As she went past him, she kissed his cheek, then headed out the front door without a backwards glance.