Chapter 1
"You look lovely," Eric said.
Ingrid Paulsen was pleased. She had just come out of the bathroom wearing a sheer baby-doll nightie and she enjoyed the compliment from her husband. Even after sixteen years of marriage, Eric knew what she liked to hear. She always told herself they had such a good marriage. They had a darling teenaged daughter and they all loved each other. Eric and Ingrid and Christie. He understands me, Ingrid thought.
Wasn't that what every woman needed?
She knew Eric was in the mood to fuck tonight. She'd sensed it all evening and now she had the blue nightie on and he knew she was ready for him. Her body was lightly perfumed in all the strategic places and her blonde hair was brushed to a sparkling sheen. The blue nightie was completely sheer, and although she still wore her panties her tits were bare and she knew Eric could see her nipples.
He was still dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed and gazing at her with admiration in his eyes.
She teased him. "Aren't you coming to bed with me?"
He smiled at her. "You know I am. I was just thinking that you look like an angel when you wear blue."
She felt the quiver in her belly. A slight breeze came from the air conditioning unit and played over her skin. Her nightie was blown up a bit and her belly exposed. Did Eric see it? After all these years it was still fun to tease him with her body. Then she faced him again and she had to smile at the way he was looking at her. His eyes were burning through her nightie and the front of her panties to probe the lips of her pussy. She felt another twitch deep inside her belly. She was ready for him tonight. They hadn't been fucking as much these past few months and she needed it. Eric had all that uncertainty about his job and the new boss of his section and now it was even worse because the new man had moved in right across the road. It was so important now to get on with their new neighbors. Roy Brewster was old man Brewster's nephew and the new boss of Eric's department. Distracted by thoughts of their new neighbors, Ingrid turned to her dressing table and began brushing her hair again. She told herself everything would work out. Eric was capable and devoted to his job and everything would work out.
Then she felt Eric behind her, his warm lips on her neck.
"Come to bed," he said.
"You still have your clothes on."
"Don't worry about that. Come to the bed first and I'll get them off."
She put the hairbrush down and went with him to the bed. She lay down on her back and he sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned over her. Supporting himself with one outstretched arm, he began stroking her legs.
"You haven't worn a nightie like this in a long time," he said. "Not this one.?"
"I like it."
His hand moved from her knees to her thighs and then along the insides of her thighs. His fingertips were finally at the crotch of her panties. His fingers burrowed between the lips of her pussy through the flimsy nylon. Then he withdrew his fingers and caught at her flesh. He firmly pinched the fat lips of her cunt, his middle finger scratching up and down her slit through her panties.
"You're pinching," she said with a smile.
"I think you like it."
He did know what she liked. She wondered if the crotch of her panties was already wet and if he could feel the wetness with his fingers.
He eased the panties off. His fingers caught under the waistband at her belly, and she helped him by raising her ass and supporting her weight at her shoulders and feet. When the panties were off, he tossed them away and then he leaned over her again and kissed her mouth.
He was still dressed, but the way he was leaning against her, she could feel his cock stirring' against her thigh through his pants. She was turning on, and when he opened his mouth she slipped her tongue between his lips. She pressed her lips more firmly against his as the kiss became deeper.
He raised up a bit without ending the kiss and pulled the nightie apart to uncover her tits. A shudder of pleasure went through her as his hand closed over one of her tits. He began kneading her tit, pulling at it, twisting it gently. Then he took her nipple between his thumb and index finger and pinched it. She always loved it when he pinched her nipples.
His hand finally moved down to her pussy. He curled his fingertips inside her pussy slit, dragging his nails across her cunt-flesh, pulling at the inner cuntlips and then pushing his middle finger partway inside her cunthole. She moaned as she felt his finger in there. Then she moaned again as he turned his hand and used his thumb to rub her clit. With his middle finger teasing the mouth of her cunthole, he stroked the shaft of her clit until she threw her legs wide apart and broke the kiss.
"Darling, please get your clothes off."
He pulled back and smiled at her as he began unbuttoning his shirt. Her hand moved to his crotch, her fingers searching for the tab of his zipper and pulling it down. He unbuckled his belt and the catch at the front of his pants himself, and then in a moment his pants were down at his ankles and she groaned with lust as she pulled his cock and his heavy balls out of his shorts.
He chuckled and pulled away from her, pushed her hands away from his cock. He quickly stripped his clothes off and tossed them onto the floor, and then he climbed onto the bed beside her.
"Let's hope Christie is sleeping," he said.
She took hold of his cock again, her fingers curling around his cockshaft under his knob, her eyes hot as she looked down at it. She peeled and unpeeled the folds of his foreskin, pulled it up over his cockhead and then pushed it down again. Her pussy twitched as she watched the juice stream out of his pisshole.
In the meantime he had his fingers in her cunt, two fingers inside her cunthole and his thumb stroking her clit and driving her wild. He finally pulled away from her, pulled his cock out of her hand and mounted her. She raised her knees and opened her legs wide, and in a moment she felt his knob pushing between her cuntlips, pushing inside her cunthole, sliding in and filling her with its thickness and heat and male force.
He lurched forward, plowing his cock deep inside her cunt, his heavy balls slapping against her ass, the hair on his ball-bag deliciously tickling her asshole. She loved it. She loved feeling his balls like that.
He was pumping her now, his hips moving smoothly as he fucked his cock in and out of her sopping cunt. He stroked evenly, and then at odd moments he rammed her, left his cock buried deep inside her fuck-hole, then pulled out again to resume the pumping. He always fucked her the same way, always on top like this, except on those rare occasions when they would do something different mostly by accident. She didn't mind. She loved the way he fucked her, the way his cock felt in her cunt as it plowed in and out, and it was always good for her and she was satisfied.
Now she grabbed his ass with her hands to help him along, her fingers squeezing his ass as the cries of pleasure came out of her throat. Dear God, she hoped Christie was asleep. She hated the idea of the girl hearing them fuck and then looking so amused about it the next morning.
"Ingrid, I'm coming!"
"Yes, darling, shoot it! Come in me now! Come with me now! Oh God yes! Oh God it's so good!"
Across the road in the Brewster house, Roy and Helen Brewster were finishing a nightcap in their bedroom. They were both still dressed, Roy sitting in a chair near the window while Helen removed her jewelry in front of her dressing table.
"What are you thinking about?" Roy said.
Helen smiled at him. She was a lusty brunette with big tits and a round ass. "I was thinking about the time I sucked you off on the way to Denver."
Roy chuckled. "That's a long time ago."
"Not too long, honey. Are we slowing down?"
"Christ, I hope not."
"What about the Paulsens? Any thoughts about Mr. and Mrs. Goody-two-shoes?"
"I'd like to fuck her."
Helen laughed. "Well, maybe you will, sweetie. Maybe you'll fuck her and I'll fuck him and we'll all live happily ever after. In the meantime, we can get our clothes off and make do with each other, huh? How about it, stud?"
"Okay, you're on, pussycat."
Helen smiled at him as she walked around the room undressing herself. She finally sat down on the bed and peeled her panties off as she watched him strip his jockey shorts down and step out of them. He was a hairy man, dark hair on his chest and all around his cock and balls. His balls were big eggs in a dark leathery bag and his cock was a thick club with a reddish-purple knob. She had a sudden desire to have his lusty prick in her mouth and she went down on her knees in front of him and offered her lips.
"Little Helen needs to suck," she said.
Roy snickered as he dropped his cock inside her open mouth. He fucked his cock in and out slowly, savoring the way she lipped his cockmeat. He snickered again when she angled her throat to get some of his cockhead past her tonsils.
"Christ, you've got a mouth like a vacuum cleaner."
She pulled her lips off his prick with a slurping noise. "Complaining, mister? If that's a complaint, I'll go across the road and try some head on handsome Eric Paulsen."
"The hell with Paulsen. Suck my dick!"
She laughed and looked at his cock again. She touched his hot cockhead with the tip of her tongue. She took the knob between her lips, held it a moment and then took more of his stiff cockshaft inside her mouth. His hands held her head, urging her to move her mouth back and forth on his prick. He began fucking her mouth with the same tempo, a slow fucking movement of his thick cock between her stretched lips.
"Oh yeah, that's the way, baby! Suck that cock, sweetheart! Suck it nice and easy!"
She murmured with her mouth full of his hot prick. Sliding her hands around, she grabbed his ass and held it as he fucked her face. She was into it now, smelling him and feeling him and getting the most out of the sucking. She played with his balls, fondling his big balls with one hand while the other hand gripped a cheek of his ass. He kept pushing his cock deeper and deeper, his knob jabbing at the back of her throat, her warm saliva running over his cockshaft and spilling over her chin. She sucked furiously, then finally she pulled away.
"You're pounding me," she said.
"I'm about to go off."
"No, not in my mouth. Not tonight, lover."
But when at last they were on the bed, he wanted her mouth on his cock again. He grabbed her head with one hand, held his cock with the other hand and pulled her face down on his prick. "Just a little more, baby. You know how much I like it."
Yes, she did know. He was always eager to have his prick sucked. When she had his cock back in her mouth, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight against him. She found herself clamped in a vise with no escape. He started pumping his hips while holding her head on his cock.
Before long, she was snorting and slurping between his legs, hungry for the sucking again, eager for it, delighting in the way he moved, in the way he rammed his hips up and then pulled down again.
"Come on, baby, come on! Just a little more and you get some hot juice! You get the goodies, baby! Just keep sucking like that!"
This time, she didn't pull away. She knew it was useless. He was going to come in her mouth and now she wanted it. She wanted his prick spurting all that hot slime on her tongue. He saw that she wanted it now and the pressure of his hands on her head eased up. He gave her more freedom. He still held her head, but only lightly at the temples. Now it was all her own doing, the up-and-down motion of her lips, her sucking mouth on his swollen prick. Then suddenly he was there, the hot spunk gushing and spurting out of his pisshole, splashing in her mouth in a geyser, spurt after spurt of thick jism blasting out of his cock.
He always came a lot. And at least now she knew he hadn't been with another woman in a while. Not with a load like this coming out of his balls. She tried to get it all, tried not to let any of it get away from her, and then finally he was finished and she lay there with his cock soaking in her mouth and her throat burning with a mixture of excitement and the sting of his fuck-cream.
His lingers toyed with her hair, his hand patting her head and stroking it, his breathing still heavy. Then he pulled his hands away from her hair and that was the signal for her to pull her mouth off his cock and swallow what she still held in her mouth. They always did it the same way. She would hold the stuff in her mouth and look at him and swallow it down while he watched her. She knew how much that turned him on.
"You were really loaded," she said. "That was a full tank."
Roy chuckled. "You're a super bitch when it comes to sucking cock. You always were, right?"
Well, it got me married to you, she thought. She didn't care about the way he talked to her. She liked sucking cock and she liked swallowing a load of jism. Almost any cock and almost any load of jism. She thought about Eric Paulsen again and she wondered what kind of a prick he had and what he tasted like when he came. Both the Paulsens were blond, and she liked blond men.
One day soon I'm going to have his cock in my mouth, she thought. She giggled softly as she thought about that. Eric Paulsen's cock in her mouth and Eric Paulsen's jism shooting down her throat.