Chapter 10
Brenda rolled over in the bed and looked at Neal.
"I've told you all about my husband," she told him, "now tell me about Marie."
"She's a real nice Italian gal," he told her. "Beautiful. But don't believe all they say about those Italian women. She-likes sex but she's not crazy enough about it as far as I'm concerned."
"You poor darling," Brenda shook her head in sympathy. "You mean she won't give you blow jobs?"
"No way," he said sadly. "I've tried to get her to go down on me. I even promised her things if she would suck me off. But she thinks it's a dirty act."
"How revolting," Brenda shook her head. "She's sick."
"I know she is," he told her, "but you see, that's the way she was brought up. You would think after that Kinsey Report and all of those reports in the women's magazines about how many women are going down on their husbands and how many men are going down on their wives, there wouldn't be anyone around who would get uptight about oral sex, as they call it."
"That's very true," Brenda nodded, "but you see, there are some people who still want to cling to the lies of the past. They feel safe and secure that way. Another thing, baby, they have all kinds of hang-ups. It's not just sex. It's the religious fears that have plagued our society since pagan times. And the sex codes are wrapped around these primitive myths."
Neal was amazed at her knowledge.
"You sound like you've been to college," lie told Brenda. "You're no dumb-dumb, are you?"
"Hardly, honey," she told him. "I was going to orgies when I was eighteen. Why do you think I went to Berkeley?"
"Wow!" he told her. "I heard about that place. I mean, I heard about those freaked-out pot parties, those sex orgies."
"Not to mention all the other wonderful things about college life," she told him. "As a matter-of-fact, I was one of the first to shout 'shit' at the free-speech movement. What do you think of that?"
"You deserve a medal, baby," he told her. "You struck a blow in the name of freedom of speech. Now fucking freaks are saying 'shit' all over the place. They're saying it in the movies. In high society they're saying 'shit' and 'fuck.' Think of what you have done for society."
For a moment Brenda was lost in her own greatness.
"Maybe they will erect a statue to me somewhere," she told him. "A marble statue on Berkeley. And can you see the word 'S-h-i-t' pouring out of my mouth. I can see it. They could put it in marble, 'S-h-i-t.'"
"Wonderful," Neal told her. "We've made you into a saint of some sort."
"Yes, the patron said of the filthy speech movement," she smiled as she slapped his butt.
"How about licking my ass?" he asked her.
"Any time, darling," she told him.
Bending over she let her bosoms brush back and forth across his buttocks. He loved the sensation of her big breasts crushing against his ass cheeks. Then she went one better. She flipped her tongue back and forth across his butt and finally let her tongue slip down his ass crack. He loved the sensation.
"Suck my ass-hole," he commanded her. "Suck it, baby. That's how you do it. Suck my butt out."
This really got to him. He was turned on all the way.
"You know, baby," he told her, "I haven't had my ass licked like that since I was a kid in high school. There used to be a real sweet blonde girl who liked to suck ass. I think she ate every boy's ass in our class."
Brenda was too busy doing her thing. She paid little attention to what Neal was saying. For she was industriously flipping her tongue in and out of his tight ass. He loved it.
"Come on, baby," he begged her, "keep dipping your tongue inside my ass. I love that sensation. That's the way I like it. Suck my ass out. Now you're sucking. Suck it, sweetheart. Come on, beautiful, suck my butt."
She was doing her best to eat out his ass. And he was getting a big charge.
"Eat my butt," he told her. "Suck it, sweetheart. That's the way I want you to do it. Suck it."
His tongue waited for the moment when he could eat her. For he had many wild and wonderful things that he wanted to do with his tongue slipping up her holes. But for now he contented himself with getting his own ass eaten out. And she sure knew how to chew ass.
"Oh, baby, farther up my ass-hole," he pleaded.
Her tongue penetrated farther up his rectum. He was so stimulated now he was shaking.
"Keep it up," he told her. "That's the way to do it. Oh, yes. Come on. Suck ass. That's the way."
Brenda let her fingers play with his balls as she finished licking his ass. Finally he knew what he had to do. He rolled over. And once more she massaged his big pecker with her bosoms. Finally she slipped his big thick cock in her mouth and began sucking hard.
"Baby, that's sweet dick," he told her, "and I'm gonna juice right in your fucking mouth."
Reaching down he gripped her head tightly. And then she sucked him off. His hot white creamy sperm load shot into her mouth. She gulped greedily. His juice tasted wonderful to her.
"Eat my meat," he panted as he pumped it to her face.
Finally she finished sucking him off. He looked at her adoringly.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you sure did give me me a super suck job."
At this point she straddled him. She moved closer so she could push her muff over his mouth. Neal's hands reached back to grip her ass cheeks and caress them. Then he let his tongue slide inside her hot pussy hole.
"Eat my box, baby," he told her, "eat it. That's how you do it, darling. Suck my joy hole."
As far as Neal was concerned, that's what her pussy represented. A fantastic joy hole. A marvelous place to thrust his penis as well as his tongue. And now he was thrilling to licking out her box.
"Eat me," she cried as she let her hands wander through his hair. She liked to press her pussy against his mouth and see him stick his nose in there and sniff. She obtained a certain kind of sexual ecstasy by seeing how much he made over her. His hands clasped her ripe ass cheeks. He squeezed them adoringly. And he went on licking her pussy.
"Suck my pussy," she panted. "Stick your tongue in 'there, lover. Eat it. Suck it."
She was starting to cum. That was his signal. He flipped hastily up and down her delicious clit. And then she juiced.
"Eat my pussy," she panted as she held him in place. Eat it, baby. Lick it clean."
He had always been taught to clean off his plate when he was a little boy. So Neal figured the only right thing to do was to lick off her pussy all the way gratefully.
When he had finished his delicious warm meal, he slid his tongue outside and she got off him. Now his cock was erect again.
"Oh, baby," she laughed, "you've fucked everything on me. What's left?"
"You've got nice armpits," he told her. "I want to fuck them."
At that point Brenda was stunned. She had never heard of such a thing as armpit fucking and she told him so.
"Apparently you're not very sophisticated," Neal said. "For all your education I think they would have taught you armpit fucking up there at Berkeley."
"That wasn't one of the courses," she said sadly. "But I guess we did learn everything else there."
Neal felt it was his solemn duty to teach her the erotic delights of armpit screwing.
"Baby doll," he smiled, "what you have to do is hold your armpits out. A guy straddles you. He slowly slips his big old prick to your armpit. Then he jabs it back and forth. It's a wonderful way to fuck."
He placed a pillow under her armpit. Now Neal straddled her. Then he explained the importance of rhythm.
"Any fuck is no better than the pace," he explained, "so what you've got to do is keep your armpit moving in time to my pecker stabs. It's enjoyable once you get the hang of it."
Brenda wasn't quite so sure. Nevertheless, she determined she would do her best.
Neal's cock stabbed to her armpit. He rode it back and forth. And then she moved just as he told her to.
"Am I doing it all right?"
Neal looked down at her and nodded.
"You're really swinging in there," he told her. "Keep it up."
She was pleased that he could do so well. And she could even feel the tip of his cock starting to juice. This made her realize he was really aroused. Now she did her best to keep her armpit moving in time to his penis stabs. Sure enough, there was a rhythm to it. And he was doing jjt. Part of her pleasure was watching his big balls swing as he fucked. Every part of his crotch thrilled her. She reached out with her free hand and caressed his buttocks.
Neal appreciated the fact that she was a woman who was erotically aroused by his body. It was not put on or fake. It was all genuine. And she was genuinely turned on.
"Faster, baby," he told her. "That's how you do it, darling. Pull. Oh, yes. When you do it quicker, I get a bigger charge."
Her arm moved rapidly. And he became more and more aroused.
"Yes, yes," he enthused, "that's wonderful. Keep it up. That's how you do it."
He went on pumping his cock into her armpit which was moving in time to his penis stabs.
"Fuck it off, baby," he told her as he stroked her arm. "Fuck me."
He reached back with his hand and played with Brenda's pussy while she went on erotically moving her arm up and down as he continued fucking her armpit with his hard horny penis.
He knew that it couldn't be much longer until he was cuming.
"Oh, keep it up," he told her. "More, baby, more. I can't stand it. That's how you do it, honey. Yes, baby, yes. Do it."
It wouldn't be much longer ard his thick cock would explode. The hot white juice would stream out of his thick penis.
"Ohh, yes, yes," he enthused, "that's the way I like it. Now you're doing it. Oh, baby, get it off."
All at once he felt himself cuming. His hot white sperm shot under her arm.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed ecstatically. "Oh, baby, I made it."
Sure enough, his thick prick had exploded. The armpit fuck had worked. She was pleased with his performance and congratulated him.
He got a handkerchief for her and she suggested a wash cloth instead.
"You were really loaded," she told him.
Now he lay beside her. He just wanted to hold her and caress her breasts and talk to her.
"It's funny how this sexual urge overtakes me every so often," he told her. "And it's been rough during my wife's pregnancy."
"You poor darling," she shook her head. "You probably had to suffer without sex."
"No, it wasn't that," he told her. "It's all the motel bills I had to pay."
"You lecherous, two-timing, good-for-nothing," she said tightly. "While she's going through hell with your child, you're out balling."
"Don't knock it," he reminded her. "You're making it with me like all the others did. Women like to fuck. And I like to fuck 'em. So don't blame anybody. It's just old momma nature taking its course."
As he went on playing with her breasts, she figured he might as well finger her pussy. It always did feel good to be fingered. She reached for his hand and placed it on her pussy. He got the point. Slipping two fingers into her vagina he began massaging her clit.
"That's cool," she told him. "Yes, I like that. Oh, keep that up. It feels fantastic. Yes, Neal, I really love that."
Neal was happy that she enjoyed every movement he made. He put one leg over hers as he played with her snatch.
"Oh, over there," she guided him. "That's where I like to have you feel me."
Neal was catching on to the erotic points of her pussy. And he was deliberately caressing her there. She appreciated his attitude. Finally he pulled his dripping-wet fingers from her pussy hole. Then reaching beneath, he parted her ass cheeks and slid his slippery finger up her ass-hole. The moisture from her vagina provided super lubrication for her ass-hole.
"Oh, that feels so good," she told him. "You shouldn't do it but I like it."
Neal figured he would give her the ultimate kick. He pulled one finger from her behind and slid it into her pussy. Now he was fingering her pussy and her ass at the same time.
"Yes, love," she whispered as she gently gripped his penis in her pussy hole.
She enjoyed being fucked like this. It was a gentle caressing screw. One that bespoke sentimental love.
"Ohhh, baby," she whispered, "that really feels good. Keep it up. That's how I like it. Keep it up, sweetheart."
She was giving him just exactly what he wanted. Total freedom of her entire body. And at the same time she was turning on with what turned him on.
Finally he figured it was time to suck her hot pussy hole. Pulling his finger from her he went down on her. Then he slid one finger into her ass-hole as he ate out her box. Reaching down, Brenda held Neal in place. She locked her legs around him, pressing her hot thighs against him.
"Yes, darling, yes," she begged passionately, "that's the way to do it. Oh, sweetheart, now you're loving me."
She was totally aroused now. And she felt herself juicing as she had never cum before. As the multiple climaxes gushed from her pussy lips, her hips twisted and turned passionately. Neal took every advantage of his. He whipped his tongue feverishly in and out of her hot joyous pussy hole.
"Yes, baby, yes," she pleaded, "eat me."
Her beautiful voice seemed to come from a cloud. And he licked and sucked as if she was an angel. Finally, when she had finished, she felt him slipping out his tongue.
"Oh, thank you, love," she whispered. "Come up here and give me a kiss."
Neal's lips pressed on hers seconds later.