Chapter 4
Later in Murial's two room apartment on Highland Avenue, Jeff sat at a modernistic bar while she mixed two martini collins. The soft colored, indirect lighting made the flesh of her big knockers partly exposed in the low cut blouse look like a painting on canvas.
Jeff's eyes were glued to the cleavage as he picked up his drink.
The young brunette smiled at him. She had big bedroom eyes. "Just help yourself if you want another one, baby. I'm going to get into something more comfortable." She smiled again, then walked from behind the bar and went into a bedroom, leaving Jeff alone-smoking, drinking, and admiring his handsome face in the mirror over the bar.
Murial walked over to the bedroom closet and started to remove her blouse and miniskirt and hang them up. Then she peeled down her pantie hose. She wore no bra. Her big boobs stood up full and firm without any assistance. She kicked off her pumps and stepped out of the pantie hose. Picking up the sheer garment, she examined the flesh colored panties attached to the nylons. She noticed that they had sticky white spots betwen the crotch. She put it to her nose and sniffed. No wonder men loved to eat pussy-it smelled pretty damn sexy!
She walked across the rug in her bare feet, then standing before a wall length mirror, stroked her curvy body, admiring it.
She pulled a few bobbies out of her caught up hair, and the raven tresses fell loosely about her shoulders. She fondled her breasts, and squeezed them together. The nipples grew long and rigid. They were sensitive and tingling with passion.
She stroked across her flat, supple belly; then let her hand wander down to her big black bushy haired cunt. Sticking a finger in the slit, she found it slippery and hot.
Going over to the dresser, she opened a drawer. Reaching in, she brought out a seven inch electric prick vibrator. She smiled wickedly as she picked up a red satin shortie robe from a hook on the door, put the electric fucker into a large pocket, then returned to Jeff who was fixing himself another vodka collins.
Murial walked behind the bar, started to fix another drink for herself, letting her shortie robe fall apart. She brushed against Jeff's leg and his prick got big and hard.
They took the drinks over to a divan and sank into it.
Murial let her robe part, and as Jeff sipped on his drink, his gaze wandered down to the bushy gash.
Murial reached over and squeezed the bulge in his trousers. "Oh, what a nice husky peter," she cooed.
Jeff put down his drink, and she did likewise. Then he was reaching for her sexy body and seeking her full, ripe mouth. They started to french kiss as her hand fumbled with the zipper on his fly. Then she had it down and a soft hand was reaching inside his shorts, fondling clammy balls and the stiff rod. She squeezed it, pulled it out, then skinned it back until the corona wore a tight collar.
Jeff's hands were not idle. He was stroking the smooth flesh of her back, then letting his hands rove around to her big boobies. He rolled the long fat nipples, finding them hard.
"You've got the sexiest tits I've ever felt," Jeff said huskily. He then ran his hand down and fingered the crease of her big ass. His index finger found her puckered bum and he worked it in a ways. The young girl was wriggling and squealing as her tongue reamed his mouth.
"I've been hot for you for so damned long, Jeff. I never thought we'd get a chance to be alone like this. Do anything you want with me, honey." She was talking against his mouth, kissing him at the same time.
"What would you like me to do?" he asked as he enjoyed the way her warm hand was jerking off his penis.
"I want you to kiss me all over. Is that too big of an order?"
"Not if you'll suck my dick, baby."
"I'll do that too, but first I'd like to feel your tongue on my pussy. It's all nice and wet and ready for your mouth."
She pulled her mouth away from Jeff's mad kiss and slipped out of the robe. She rested it on the wide side of the divan, folding it over carefully, so that the electric prick would remain concealed and not fall out of the pocket. She then, stretched out along the divan and watched Jeff as he bent his head and licked one firm nipple.
"Don't waste too much time on my tit. That doesn't get to me. I'd rather have you go right to my pussy and start licking."
Jeff obliged her. In one second flat he was between her legs. He grasped her by her slender ankles and pulled her long gams up high. For a moment he took in the feminine scenery. The cute asshole and bushy box was thrilling to behold. He started to lick across the pussy and the rectum, smacking his lips at the pungent taste. She was all woman, this girl.
Now he was coming up beneath the cunt, catching the clit between his teeth, and nibbling on it gently. It surprised him to find that when the button popped out of its foreskin, that it was at least two inches long. He'd heard of enlarged clits on dikes-but this kid was far from being a dike. She was completely feminine.
The pussy lips were also long, and when he stabbed his tongue into the hole, he found it to be extremely loose. This also surprised him. A guy wouldn't expect to find such a loose, misshaped cunt on one so young and lovely. She must have used it a lot with different sizes of cocks stuck up there, or her old man had an extra large sausage.
Girljuice was now dripping on his tongue. It tasted so good that he lapped it onto his cupped tongue quickly, then drank it.
Catching the long clit again, he started to manipulate it until it was swollen like a prick. He blew it, and felt it quiver. He knew she was ready to climax.
"Suck harder, Jeff ... ohhhhhh, that's it, suck the hell out of it."
She let her long legs fall down and imprison his head. He could hardly breathe as his nose was buried in the bushy pubic hair. He was sniffing and sucking on the prick shaped clit until a gusher of juice shot out of her cunthole and creamed his face.
Murial's body was gyrating-her ass wriggling, as she almost squirmed off the divan. But Jeff held her securely until he had sucked her dry.
He got to his feet and started to undress. He noticed that she was looking at him with a funny expression on her face.
"I'm ready to blow you now, Jeff; but there's one thing I want you to promise me."
"What's that?"
"I don't want you to come in my mouth."
"Why? Most guys would consider that an insult. If you're not woman enough to go all the way and eat my come, why bother at all."
"Because I want to get fucked-and if you come, you'll be soft."
"I wouldn't be too sure about that, baby. I'm still a young man, and I can get three erections in a row sometimes."
"I don't like to take any chances. My husband always wanted his cock sucked, then after he came in my mouth, he was through for the night."
"How old is your husband?"
"Fifty-nine."
"How long have you been married to him?"
"Five years."
"Well, I can understand how five years with you would slow him down," Jeff grinned.
"It isn't only with him. Young men I've cheated with have petered out on me too. I'll suck your cock, only on that condition. That when you're ready to come, you finish up in my pussy."
Jeff was so damned hot that he was ready to go for anything. Half a loaf was better than nothing, he mused.
He sat on the divan again and picked up his drink. While he drank it, Murial fell on her knees in front of him and took his cock into her warm, wet mouth. It felt pretty damn good. She was teasing him, licking around the ridge, then stabbing at the eye, licking at the clear fluid, and smacking her lips each time she tasted it. From the head of his pole, she let her tongue lick up and down the shaft until she was at the base. There, she alternated by taking each ball separately into her mouth, blowing her hot breath on them, then going beneath the ball sac and sucking out his asshole. Presently, she returned to the head of his pecker and licked around the ridge again. Then slowly, she took it into her mouth and let him fuck her throat.
Jeff could hardly control himself. He didn't want to get angry and shoot off. But it was damned difficult to hold back that tiger. He tried to think of a beef steak, or driving his car, but try as he may, in his minds eye, he could only see a cunt.
This didn't help his condition any.
Murial could feel the big head swelling in her throat. She knew from the twitch that with one more fucking motion he'd come. She pulled back quickly, letting Jeff's organ fall all the way out.
"Will you fuck me now, honey?" she cooed. Would I? Was she serious?
She stretched lengthwise on the long divan and Jeff crawled between her legs. She raised them high, then wrapped them around his back. With a rough, forward thrust, he started to enter her. It only took one deep stroke to go all the way up to her womb.
Jeff had fucked all sized cunts during his life. Big ones, small ones, and medium sized ones; old ones, and young ones, and middle aged ones. He'd fucked whores, and teenagers, and grandmothers on occasions. But never, no NEVER, had he fucked a cunt this damned loose. It had no grip at all. His prick was thick and long. It should have filled the biggest cunts. But this one was hopeless.
He was sliding in and out without feeling anything. He could have felt more of a thrill by jacking off with his own hand. At least, that way, he could control the grip. The old saying that if a man stood all women on their heads put a sack over their kissers, then fucked them, they would all feel the same, was a lot of bullshit. He could have picked this cunt out from twenty such women lined up, and blindfolded!
Murial sensed that he was ready for what she had planned.
"You don't like to fuck me, do you honey."
Jeff didn't want to hurt her feelings. "Sure I do."
Murial pushed him off her. She sat up, her eyes glaring. "You're a damned liar!" she spat.
Jeff figured she was drunk. "Look, I don't want to argue about it."
"Well, I'll confess something to you. When my husband left me all hot and bothered, I bought an electric prick. I've been using it on myself, also with various guys. From having the electric prick and a real prick fucking me at the same time, it's stretched my pussy beyond repair. Now, I have to do it that way."
Jeff was too dumbfounded to speak. He was even more dumbfounded when with a quick movement she pulled the phony fucker out of the robe pocket, plugged it into a wall socket near the divan, then flopped back on the soft cushions and raising her legs, stuck the vibrator into her twat.
"Come on, Jeff, fuck me now. You'll get the tightest fit you've ever had. Also the biggest thrill."
Jeff thought: What the hell, I'll try anything once, and he was as hot as a lit firecracker.
He went between her legs and squeezed his penis in along side of the electric one. It didn't take long. Only a few vibrations shaking against his prick as Murial had a soul shaking orgasm.
Jeff felt weak in the knees as more come seemed to drain from his balls than he'd ever experienced. He fell limply away from the crazed "off beat" girl, white cream still clinging to the electric humper, then running down to the material on the divan.