Chapter 2
Brenda had enjoyed eating her husband's cock load. And he was just as desirous of entertaining her with his tongue.
Immediately Jerry straddled his wife.
"I hope you don't mind if I return the compliment," he grinned.
Brenda didn't mind at all. She always enjoyed having him eat her pussy. But tonight she was in for a super surprise. For Jerry figured it was time to lick her ass-hole. As long as she was willing to let him fuck it, he figured he ought to suck it.
His tongue surged along her ass crack. Then he fingered her pussy while he let his tongue slip smoothly up her rectum. She enjoyed his plunging tongue up her hot behind. At the same time she couldn't help marvel at his finger movements. For he was quick to display expert finger motions. He pinched her love button. And then he passionately sucked on her pussy hole.
"Eat me," Brenda begged, "eat my pussy, lover. Go ahead. Eat me."
He spared nothing. He got his nose down in her snatch and sniffed and sucked and ate her.
The fantastic erotic arousal and excitement that he experienced now had him shaking.
"I love it," he told her, "oh, baby, you're beautiful."
At this point he was so aroused he didn't know what to do. And it didn't take Brenda long to satisfy him. For she was stimulated, too. All of the sudden she was gushing. He nibbled her clit and went right on sucking as she gushed in his face.
Finally he pulled his tongue from her pussy. But not before he thanked her for playing with his ass cheeks while he was eating her pussy.
He rolled over and she caught sight of his long hard penis. Reaching out she stroked it.
"Do you like my pecker?" Jerry asked his wife.
Brenda nodded and smiled.
"A lot, baby," she told him. "Just remember, put it in me. Don't put it in any other woman." Jerry agreed.
"Now, .love," he smiled, "let me have my ass fuck."
She reluctantly agreed. Jerry went to the bathroom and brought out a tube of KY that he had purchased for the occasion.
"This stuff will really help my pecker slip up your butt," he told her, "and you will like it."
"I hope so," Brenda replied nervously as she watched.
Jerry figured it might be best to start his wife off in an easy manner.
"Why don't you throw your legs over my shoulders, honey," he told her, "and let me slip it to you."
Ever so gently Jerry slid his slippery cock up her ass. She threw her legs up in the air. It made it easier to bear the horrible pain as her husband's thick penis plunged right up her tight rectum.
"Fuck me," Brenda begged, "fuck me. Yes, baby. Fuck it."
He was giving her a wonderful screwing. And she was enjoying every erotic second of it.
"Fuck, baby," he panted as he pumped it to her, "fuck. Now you're doing it. That's the way I like it, fuck it."
She wiggled her hips for him. That added to his pleasure.
"Now you're doing it the way I like it," he told her. "Keep it up. Yes, baby. Fuck it."
With vigorous cock stabs he went on driving his thick penis into her ass. She loved the erotic excitement.
"Ohhh, yes, baby," he panted, "now you're screwing. That's what I want you to do. Fuck it off."
With insistent cock stabs he continued driving into her. All of the sudden his penis was so far up her ass his balls were bouncing on her buttocks. She loved the exciting slap of his balls on her bottom as he fucked her ass-hole hard.
"I'm enjoying it, Jerry," she admitted timidly. "It does feel good."
Jerry was glad that the elastic flesh of her ass had stretched. He was pleased that he could get such a tight fuck out of her, too. Reaching out he gripped her bosoms. He fingered the nipples as he fucked her good.
"Fuck," he commanded, "fuck it. Now you're doing, it. Wiggle your ass. Fuck it."
With deep driving cock stabs he went on ramming into her.
"That's it, sweetheart," he told her, "now you're screwing. I love it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
As he went on ramming his penis up her ass-hole his hands continued manipulating her breasts. All of the sudden Jerry knew he was ready to juice.
He drove forward in deep strokes and begged her to respond.
"Fuck back to me," he demanded, "fuck, baby, fuck."
All at once his cock exploded. She loved the hot juicy cream surging up her ass-hole.
"Yes, yes," he cried eagerly, "now you're fucking. That's how I like it. Fuck it, baby, fuck it."
She went on twisting for him. And he was completely thrilled. Finally he pulled his slippery cock from her cum-coated behind.
"Thank you, love," he smiled as he got off the bed and went into the bathroom and washed off his cock.
He came back and sat on the edge of the bed and patted her buttocks.
"You've really got a beautiful behind," he told her. "It's tight all right. And you don't have to worry about the rhythm method."
She laughed.
"That's true," she admitted, "no more pills. But, baby, I couldn't take that big dick of yours slamming up my ass too often."
He got in bed with his wife and they went to sleep.
The next morning when he woke up he kissed her affectionately. She prepared a large breakfast for him and he Was pleased with her attitude.
However, about three weeks later he made a suggestion that shocked and angered her.
"Baby, what do you think of three-way sex?"
She glared at him.
"If you want to bring that maid Marta back," she snapped, "I'm leaving."
"Brenda, baby," he told her, "I'm not interested in Marta. I'm interested in you."
He smiled at her affectionately.
"I thought maybe you would enjoy having two men fuck you. A fellow at the office told me that he's single and he doesn't mind joining in family parties. I talked to him some more about it and he explained that he liked orgies. I said I would ask my wife. As far as I'm concerned, of course, it's okay."
"It would be," Brenda shook her head. "You have no character. You think of thrills first and morals second."
"Right on," Jerry grinned. "You know me like a book."
"like a dirty book," she told him. "You are content for just a little while. Then your bizarre mind comes up with something like this. No, I'm not getting involved in any orgy. Maybe I would like this young stud more than you. It could prove dangerous even to your best interest, Jerry. Are you such a sap you can't figure that out?"
Jerry didn't say any more about it that day. But a couple of days later he was begging again.
"My friend Albert was talking to me again," he told her, "and he says he would like to come over and fuck. You see, sweetheart, he saw your picture in my wallet. He said you are his type."
"Oh, I believe it," she laughed. "His type. I'm sure that's what he says about every woman in the place."
He shook his head.
"Actually no," he told her. "Albert is a connoisseur of sex. He told me that he used to have an arrangement where he would live with one woman two months and another woman two months. It was a wild thing. He took on six women one year and at the end of the year he said he would pick one for his wife. But he finally decided it would be dreadful to be stuck with one and he figured he would keep on playing the single game."
"Wish him good luck," she shook her head, "but I don't want any of that."
She changed her mind, however, when her husband unexpectedly brought Albert home for dinner one evening.
"I'm pleased to meet you, Albert," she said as she looked up at the tall, dark and handsome young stud.
"Your husband thinks a lot of you," Albert smiled happily, "and I can see why now that I meet you in person."
"Have you been having luck with that line lately?" she grinned.
"All the luck in the world," he said confidently.
"Let's have dinner," she said as she looked away from him evasively.
Nevertheless, Albert knew that she was fascinated with him. And he was equally fascinated with her. It gave Jerry a measure of pleasure to observe his wife responding to another man. He'd often imagined what it would be like to see a man pressing his penis into her. He figured tonight would be a perfect time to find out.
"Albert has done a lot of traveling, honey," he told her. "He's lived on the Islands. You've had some interesting experiences, haven't you?"
As they continued dining, Albert talked about his experiences.
"Yes, I lived with some Tahitian islanders," he admitted, "and they're such nice people. Broad minded, if you know what I mean."
"They shared their wives with you," she said. "Would you like some more potato salad?"
"I would prefer some pussy," he told her. "Hot and tight and juicy."
"How dare you say such a thing at the dinner table?" Brenda snapped.
"I don't see why not," he smiled. "Good clean pussy is delicious. More delectable than any gourmet dish you could whip up in the kitchen. As a matter-of-fact, I would give anything to eat your snatch tonight, baby."
Brenda was stunned and shocked by his bold and brazen attitude.
"I don't know where you're from," she told him, "but you sound like a refugee from a filthy speech movement."
"Look, sweetheart," he told her, "I don't i think pussy is filthy. I wouldn't be afraid to get up and shout 'pussy, pussy power, pussy power.'"
"Wonderful," she told him, "and I suppose other people will be shouting 'pecker power, pecker power.' There has to be an end to it somewhere."
"Look where Linda Lovelace got giving head," he laughed. "How many would have thought that chick would have become a national celebrity because she could suck cock."
"That's true," Jerry admitted sadly. "I'm afraid that some know more about that Deep Troat fucker than a lot of our presidents."
"Sure, because they can identify with her," Albert explained, "and with good reason. Linda makes a decided appeal to the emotions. Certainly it isn't intellectual."
"I think she's revolting," Brenda said angrily, "and now they've got 'Linda Lovelace Meets Miss Jones.' I can imagine what happens. From one form of wild sex to another. I don't see what you men can find appealing about two women balling."
"It's a very beautiful erotic sight," Albert said, "and to the sex expert it is like poetry set to symphony music."
"What a warped way to look at poetry,"
Brenda quipped, "and the mere mention of a symphony with that type of sex is certainly disgusting."
He could see that he was getting nowhere. Nevertheless, he was obtaining a certain kind of satisfaction out of seeing her responses.
"For dessert, honey," he told her, "how would you like to have me serve you the whipped cream between my legs under the table?"
Brenda was so furious now that she got to her feet.
"Get that sexual maniac out of here," she told her husband. "I don't ever want to see you again. Get out, Albert."
Albert laughed.
"Did I say something that upset you?" he smiled.
"Of course not," she told him. "It's a great pleasure to hear a man talk like you do. I'm sure every woman considers it flattering to her ego to hear a man go on so about sex. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
It was obvious Albert wasn't ashamed of himself. And what shocked Brenda even more was when he pulled away from the table and revealed that he had already unzipped his fly and had his penis sticking out. That even shocked Jerry. But Jerry tried to retain his composure. For he recognized it could develop into big trouble if he lost his cool.
"He's well hung, don't you think, honey?" Jerry asked her casually.
"Yes," Brenda admitted, "but I don't think the dining room table is hardly the place for a man to pull out his penis."
"It's a place where you eat, isn't it?" he smiled. "And the cum can drop on the tablecloth. Come over here, Brenda. Why don't you pull on my dick?"
Jerry had told Albert quite a bit about his wife's passion for cock sucking. Therefore, Albert figured that it would be a cool idea to expose his penis to her view and check her response. He hardly counted on such a reaction. But what was really bothering Brenda was the fact she could feel her pussy moistening. Apparently Jerry had calculated correctly. For Albert's long hard cock and bold brazen ways had actually appealed to her.
"Let's go into the bedroom," Brenda breathed softly. "We can have better sex in there. I prefer undressing."
Jerry was happy that they had avoided a real clash. He winked at Albert and Albert winked back.
Once in the bedroom they all undressed quickly. Brenda made it a point to ceremoniously slide out of her panties. And when her bra fell to the floor, she reached under her breasts and gently squeezed them.
"Nice knockers," Albert observed, "and I guess your husband doesn't mind if we have sex. So we might as well begin."
Jerry walked naked over to the bed. He waited for Brenda to follow him. Brenda was close behind. Soon the two of them were pushing against each other stark naked on the bed.
"Fuck," he told her, "fuck."
She was pressing against him. But then she let her body slide down so that she could bring her face even with his crotch. He loved it. Her hands caressed his buttocks. He guided his thick cock into her mouth. Opening her lips she let Albert slip his hard shaft into her mouth. She slowly began sucking on his penis as if she were nursing it. He loved the erotic sensations.
"Suck me," he begged, "suck me. That's how you do it. Suck my pecker.! ' i I
She was trembling with excitement as she slurped over his hard prick.
"Suck, baby, suck it good."
Albert feasted his eyes on her lips. He liked her full round sensuous red lips as she clasped his cock securely. He enjoyed the sensation of her tongue lightly caressing the head of his shaft.
"Eat me," he begged her eagerly. "Come on, baby, suck my cock off. That's how you do it. Yes. Suck it off. Now you're doing it. Suck it off."
All at once his thick penis exploded in her mouth. She sucked and gobbled his cum load.
"Yes, yes," he begged her earnestly, "that's how you do it, honey. Suck it off."
She swallowed his cum load. He watched carefully. When she was finished he looked at her husband for his response.
"Did you enjoy it?" he asked Jerry.
Jerry nodded and smiled.
"You men are all alike," Brenda complained, "just thinking about each other's pleasure. What about me?"
"T didn't have to ask you," he told her. "I could tell from the way your lips fastened on my pecker head that you were flipping out. T'm glad you did enjoy sucking me. I wouldn't want it any other way."
Now Jerry wanted to give a demonstration of how he could fuck his wife's ass-hole.
"I'll fuck Brenda's butt first," he said casually, "then you can screw her later. I will shoot a good load of sperm up her ass-hole and it will be slippery for you."
Once more Brenda could see how she was being used as a sexual object. Her pleasure was not the first consideration at all. Both men were thinking of each other and how they could utilize her body to best satisfy their male lusts.
"Where do T fit in?" Brenda stammered. "Don't my emotions count?"
Jerry caressed her buttocks.
"Yes, sweetheart," he told her, "you know that."
He gripped her ass cheeks and then he began sucking on her buttocks.
"Baby, suck my ass," Brenda begged. "Go ahead, honey, stick your tongue way up there and suck hard."
Finally Jerry figured it was time to slide his cock up his wife's ass-hole.
He applied a good slippery coat of KY. Then he flipped his slippery penis between her ass crack. With a hard driving cock stab he surged right up her rectum. She loved the feeling of his big thick cock ramming up her ass-hole.
"Fuck me," she begged, "fuck me. Let's show Albert how we do it."
She wiggled her ass for Jerry. This pleased him. If there was any form of sex he liked most, it was ass fucking. He kept his thick prick plunging up her rectum as she went on churning and twisting her butt.
"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck. That's the way you do it. Fuck it."
Jerry watched in the mirror. He gripped his wife's ass cheeks and squeezed them. He always enjoyed the sight of his slippery penis pulling way out, plunging way back into his wife's behind. But what pleased him more than anything this time was the sight of his buddy Albert. For Albert had become so aroused watching him fucking his wife that he was jerking up and down on his cock. He was lost in the throes of that passionate voyeur excitement as he observed Brenda and her husband enjoying an exciting ass fuck.