Chapter 6
Veronica switched on the car radio. The announcer was giving some of the details of the latest rape-murder in Hillsborough. The victim had been gagged and bound before being brutally raped. Then the rapist had broken the leg off a kitchen chair and rammed it up the woman's vagina.
"Ouch," she murmured and squirmed slightly is her seat "What a way to go. Jesus."
One-quarter of a mile ahead was a highway rest stop, and there was a large truck pulled over to the side. Veronica glanced at her watch, and quickly calculated that she had another hour to go before she was due at the sex fair. She had planned to spend the time shopping, but there really was nothing in particular she needed to buy. The freeway was relatively crowded. Glancing only briefly over her shoulder, she quickly crossed the four lanes of traffic and roared into the rest area. Jesus, the chances I take. Probably some old creep, too, who'd come before he got it out of his pants. What the fuck are you doing, Veronica?
She got out of her car and walked towards the truck. The top of the driver's head was visible as he slouched in the seat asleep. He walked towards the passenger side of the vehicle and stepped up onto the dashboard.
The driver was a big man, over six feet tall, sprawled in the driver's seat with his legs spread. His arms were folded across his chest and he was snoring lightly. He had a rough, masculine face which looked like it was carved out of weathered wood, and she judged him to be about thirty-six years old. His hair was black, and he had grown a beard which he kept trimmed and cut close. Her eyes settled onto the faded spot at the crotch. She could not detect a lump and decided he was wearing tight-fitting shorts. She also knew truck drivers developed weak kidneys and wondered if there was a piss hard-on forcing itself to his attention beneath the shorts. For awhile she was content to watch the huge man calmly, wondering if his prick was in proportion to the rest of him. Then she began to hum softly, introducing a sound other than the steady roar of traffic which he had probably learned to block out.
After a few minutes he began to stir. Then his arms unfolded and his hands joined together tightly. He thrust his knotted hands into his crotch and arched his back, pushing onto his crotch as he did so. He threw his head back and yawned, pushing down on his crotch and slouching even further into the seat.
"Hello," she said.
His head jerked her way in surprise. He quickly took his hands away from the object of her desire and sat up straight He blinked at her, his eyes still half-closed with sleep. They were deep brown eyes. He rubbed them and smiled at her.
"Hi," he said. "You having trouble with your car?"
"No," she said.
He looked at her curiously while she continued to smile at him. She watched his face carefully and decided he was beginning to get the idea. She lowered her eyes towards his crotch. In response he slid slightly forward in the seat. Now she could plainly detect a straining lump.
"I like your truck," she said, trying to sound casual. "It's big."
"You like 'em big?"
"Hmm," she sighed. Then she smiled and said, "Have you dumped your load yet?"
His mouth opened in a smile, and she saw his tongue move slowly between the rows of white teeth. He swung his right leg up onto the seat and turned his body so he was leaning against the door. He moved Ms hands towards the area between his legs again. This time, however, his hands weren't knotted together. He placed the palms of both hands over the enormous lump. Before he covered his crotch, she saw the spaces between the buttons were separated from the pressure and they looked as if they were about to burst loose.
With his hands spread and caressing his hardened prick through the dungarees, he smiled at her and said, "It's gonna bust right out of my pants."
Veronica stepped down from the dashboard, opened the door and climbed into the cab of the truck. She lay across his body and undid the buttons of his blue work shirt. He didn't wear an undershirt and she thrilled to the thick mat of black hair which covered his chest. She brought her mouth down and closed her lips over his right nipples, savoring his pungent, salty taste.
"Babe, maybe we should get into the back of the truck," he said.
She looked up. He was glancing nervously over his shoulder at the traffic moving by only a few yards away.
"They can't see up into the cab," she said and resumed sucking at his nipples.
He lifted her head and brought her face towards her. He kissed her, first enveloping her lips with his own and then thrusting his tongue deep into her moaning mouth. As he kissed her, he supported her body with his huge left hand and ran his right hand down the small of her back and massaged the cheeks of her ass. He worked her silk dress up and slipped his hand underneath the panties she wore and ran his forefinger up and down the crack of her ass. His hands were as hairy as the rest of him and had a rough texture. She sighed deeply with the pleasure. Continuing to French kiss her, he placed the tip of his forefinger against the tight ass-hole, which still tingled from being fucked by Tom's nine-inch prick.
She moaned and then began kissing with increased passion. Her lips were wet, and she felt a trickle of saliva run out of the corner of her mouth to disappear into his black beard. She arched her ass and worked the muscles of her ass to suck in his probing finger to the knuckle. As she arched to receive the finger, Veronica slipped her left hand into the space between their bodies and ran the palm of her hand along the length of his prick beneath the rough cotton jeans. It was huge and for lack of space it was bent in an awkward position. He withdrew his finger from her ass.
"Get it out of there," he groaned, "before it breaks in half."
Veronica rocked back and undid his belt buckle. As she undid the buttons of his pants she leaned forward to lick his nipples. He held onto the back of her head and moaned. He suddenly sighed with relief and she felt his rod rise up and hit her stomach. She looked down and her eyes widened with amazement His prick was at least ten inches long. She stared at it in disbelief. The head was purplish from having the circulation cut off while in the jeans. The thick shaft with the rounded protrusion running along the underside disappeared into his mound of black pubic hair.
"Jesus," she moaned.
She reached for his trousers and he lifted his ass up so she could pull the jeans down. As his crotch rose towards her, she lowered her head and licked at it hungrily. When the jeans were down to his thighs, he lowered his ass onto the seat again. His balls were huge, too, bigger even than George who had always before had the biggest love nuts she had ever seen. Until now. She reached for them, and her small hand was not even big enough to hold them. She pushed them aside and leaned forward, determined to take his gorgeous pair of nuts into her hot little mouth. She licked them all over while he held onto the back of her head and squirmed. She heard him take in quick breaths between his gritted teeth. She opened her mouth and took one of the balls into her mouth. She felt her oral cavity swell to receive it and there was barely room enough for her to move her tongue around the hairy morsel. Then she began to stuff the other ball into her mouth with her hand. He stiffened as the tight little nut within the sac passed by her teeth. Then he groaned and Veronica, her mouth stuffed full with his balls, stared up at the huge shaft writhing before her eyes.
She began to gag and her eyes watered. She stretched her mouth as much as possible to allow the balls to fall free. Finally she had to use her finger to pry the balls one at a time loose from her oral cavity. For a minute she thought she might vomit, but then one of the balls began to slip from her cavity. He jerked forward slightly as some of the thick black hair caught between her teeth as the nut rushed free and settled wetly between his legs. Then the other one was released and Veronica leaned back gasping for air. She looked at his prick longingly, but she knew she could never take more than the swollen purplish knob into her mouth, "Anyone ever take the whole thing?" she asked.
"Not quite," he answered. "You wanna try?" He put his hand around the shaft of rod and squeezed. To her delight and amazement, the head expanded even more under the pressure. Without waiting for a reply, he leaned forward and forced her back into a sitting position in the passenger seat.
He quickly undid his shoes and pulled them off. Then he lifted his ass so that his prick rested against the steering wheel and pulled his pants off. He didn't bother to remove his socks or the shirt that had become wet under the arms. He swung his leg over the gear shift and was on his knees on the floor of the cab in front of her seat. He lifted her up with one hand and pushed her dress up over her waist. Veronica lifted her arms and finished removing the dress. She was wearing only her panties then, and he looked at her tits.
"You've got tits like I've got a prick," he said. He leaned forward and licked one of her nipples. Then his lips parted and he sucked at her swollen breast. She shivered with the double pleasure of his warm, wet mouth on her tit and the rough scraping of his beard against her flesh. Supporting himself with his left hand on the seat beside her, he squeezed the tit he was sucking. She felt the nipple stiffen under the pressure of his hand at the base of her breast. She slouched forward and moaned.
When he drew his mouth away from her tit, he left a trail of saliva which glittered in the sun coming through the windshield. She leaned slightly forward and saw that a car had pulled into the rest stop beside her own. A young man and a girl were inside.
"Company," she said.
He looked over his shoulder. The man in the car put his arm around the girl and drew her towards him. As he leaned forward to kiss her, his hand slipped up under her sweater and began caressing her tit.
The truck driver grinned at Veronica. Then he got lower onto his knees between her outspread legs. He hooked his fingers into the elastic band at the waist of her panties and pulled them down. She lifted her ass and closed her legs while he slipped the panties down her legs and off her feet. He was beginning to breathe heavily.
Once the panties were removed, Veronica spread her legs again and put her hands behind his head, pulling towards her cunt. As he worked his tongue around the lips of her vulva, Veronica whimpered with the sudden thrill of feeling his rough beard against the inside flesh of her thighs. He apparently realized the cause of her increased-excitement because he leaned forward and began rubbing his beard over her constricting cunt. Veronica's head rolled back and she moaned with pleasure.
As Veronica's head rested against the back of the seat she saw that the young couple had left the car and had moved into the bushes off the rest stop. They were sprawled on the ground behind a bush in such a way that they were not visible from the freeway. From where she sat perched high up in the cab of the truck, however, Veronica had a perfect view of the couple's lovemaking. While the bearded truck driver continued to lap and rub her pussy with his beard, she watched the young couple get undressed.
The boy had red hair and his pubic hair glittered like burnished copper against his white skin. He lay down on his back with his head away from Veronica. The blonde girl undressed and got onto her hands and knees over the boy's prostrate body so her head was over his extended rod. She lowered her head and took the cock into her mouth. As she drew her head back, the saliva covered tool, which was white with a slight pink tinge, glittered in the morning sun. Veronica shivered and looked down at the truck driver.
His tongue had begun moving away from her cunt, following the triangular patch of pubic hair, which thinned out and terminated just below her navel. She thrilled to the sight of his dark skin and black hair against her own white flesh, thrilled even more to Ms coarse tongue and the scraping of his beard.
He drew back and looked up at her. "What are they doing?" he asked with a jerk of his head over his shoulder.
She nodded towards the bushes. He leaned forward to look and the inflamed knob of his prick jabbed into her moist stomach. She reached down and took it into her hand.
The young couple was fucking now. Locked in a feverish embrace she watched the large buns of the boy's ass slam into the blonde girl writhing beneath him.
"Kids," she whispered. "They don't know how to make it last." She squeezed his prick and felt the nerve ends tingle against her flesh.
He grunted and drew back. He put his right hand around his hot tool and pulled her forward so that she nearly slid off the edge of the seat. He moved his cock up and down along the lips of her vulva until she was moaning softly and thrusting her cunt forward, begging to have the huge prick driven deep inside her body. He pushed the head into her cunt and moaned and then he drew it back. She cried out and gasped, "Give it to me."
"Getting there is half the fun," he answered. He inserted only a few inches each tune, withdrawing until the thick head was at the gate of her love tunnel. Then he drove in a little deeper. He began to moan deep in Ms throat and, looking down, she saw his stomach muscles begin to quiver with mounting excitement.
"It's tight," he whispered.
Although secretly flattered by his remark, Veronica said, "Anything would be tight around a cock like that."
He grinned and then suddenly pushed his entire length into her body. She stiffened and threw back her head as the gigantic tool shot up the rippling walls of her passage. She took a deep breath and drew her underlip between her teeth. The angle at which he had placed her on the seat was not the easiest way to accommodate his length, but it was pleasurable.
He continued to push into her body while she held her breath and thrilled to the penetration. He was going further into her than any man had ever gone before, and she felt dizzy with the pleasure. She thought the determined cock would never stop pushing forward, pushing apart the taut muscles of her upper passage. Then she felt his heavy balls come to rest against the cheeks of her ass. He leaned forward with a groan, pressing the thick hair of his chest against her aching tits. He was bringing her to the heights of pleasure and for a moment she clung to him without moving, fully savoring the sensation of the huge flexing cock crammed into her cunt.
The driver leaned back and began to pump into her. She shuddered as the length was extracted from her quivering cunt and then plunged in again. She threw her head back and bit her lip.
She looked at the young couple. The boy was frantically slamming into the girl, his red balls jerking frantically. Then the boy's arms stiffened and he rose above the girl, extracting his prick from her cunt. As he came out of her, Veronica saw the prick swing free between his legs. It jerked up out of her sight. Then she saw the first blob of thick come as it splattered onto the girl's stomach. The prick dripped down again and then swung out of view again. Four or five times the cock disappeared from view, spraying a load of come each time and then dropping into view again. Then the boy rolled onto his back beside the girl. The frustrated girl rubbed the come around on her belly and then licked her fingers.
She looked at the truck driver. He was looking at the couple, too, while he pumped in and out of Veronica's slit.
"Now," he said hoarsely, "I'll fuck you good."
The driver leaned back and, clutching the inside of Veronica's thighs, he began to pump her with increased passion. He had thrown his head back and was smiling with his eyes closed. Veronica watched him, thrilling to the sight of the muscular man pumping into her body almost as much as to the actual sensation of his priming tool. His muscular, broad shoulders were tightly knotted in passion and drops of perspiration seeped from beneath the forest of hair on his chest. The thick, hairy muscles of his lower stomach tightened as he withdrew from her then relaxed with a heave as he shoved into her again. Veronica experienced all the sensations possible.
He made a sound as if he were choking. His face was grimacing with his passion. She reached forward and pulled him closer. He fell heavily across her. She began to jerk beneath him, rubbing her aching tits against the coarse hair of his chest. She wrapped her legs tightly around him, locking her heels around his pumping ass. She felt the muscles of his cheeks knot and relax with each and every thrust into her tunnel. He began to pump quickly now and she knew his passion was about to climax. He grunted and groaned. He lifted his head and sought her mouth, kissing her with an unbridled passion.
Veronica was totally lost to everything except the sensations of her body, from the wet tongue licking at the inside of her mouth to the hair of his beard and chest against her skin to the now frantic thrusts of his gigantic cock. She gasped as the spasms began within her body and pulled her mouth away from his. Saliva ran out of the corner of her mouth as she did so and she felt the hot liquid run onto her heaving breasts. Then his head was thrown back as if the neck would snap and he began to gasp and catch his breath.
The spasms passed through Veronica with such a frenzy she clung onto his shoulders and jerked helplessly as if out of control. She didn't want the moment to ever end. Passion tore through her body, so completely carrying her away with it that she didn't even know whether or not she cried out in a mixture of pain and ecstasy.
Then she felt his prick expand even more within her spasmodically jerking body. She gnashed her teeth and rocked her head, crying out, "Shoot me the juice."
He bellowed like a wild animal as his hot and throbbing prick exploded the love juice she craved into her tunnel. She felt the force of his passion and stiffened with pleasure. Then his head fell forward, and he gasped and panted wildly. Then he drove into her one last time and fell limply across her heaving chest Veronica clang to him tightly, savoring the sight over his shoulder of the thick muscular back terminating in the slim cheeks of his ass. She shuddered with one final spasm and then threw her head back.
As her breathing began to steady, Veronica noticed that the young couple had driven away. They could not have failed to be aware of the activity in the cab of the track. She hoped they had seen and learned something about what a real fuck was all about. Then she drew up sharply, aware of a steadied breathing. The truck driver had fallen asleep on top of her. His weight was crushing her. She struggled but even her hands were trapped beneath him, digging into her own tits. She forward and bit into his shoulder.
The truck driver started and jerked his head up, "What's wrong?" he grunted.
"You're killing me," she said.
"Oh? Oh! Sorry." He leaned back and his prick fell from her cunt with a sucking sound.
"Christ, what a cock," she gasped, astounded at the size of it even in its soft state.
He crawled away from her and climbed onto the driver's side of the seat, looking about for his scattered clothing. She looked at him and realized she had been so swept away by his lovemaking that she couldn't even remember when he took his shut off. She didn't even know whether she had torn it from his body or whether he had removed it, She found her panties and pulled them on. Her cunt was wet and sloppy. She felt annoyed and hoped the shower at Tony's Club was decent. Glancing at her watch, she realized she had to hurry to get to the sex fair quickly or else be late. After all, she couldn't be late. People were counting on her. She slipped her dress over her head and looked at the truck driver.
He had pulled on his pants and was lying slouched back in the seat His hairy chest was still heaving. He grinned at her.
"And to think all I was really expecting was a blow job," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, queers sometimes pull into the rest stops and suck off truck drivers."
"How disgusting," Veronica said.
She opened the door, stepped out of the cab of the truck and walked away. As she walked she was aware of the wetness between her legs. She savored ft. Can you imagine the nerve of those queers, driving around and sucking off truck drivers?
Thus indignant and having successfully diverted attention from herself, Veronica started the car and pulled onto the freeway without another glance at the truck driver.
As Veronica drove into San Francisco the wetness between her legs from fucking and sucking with the truck driver began to annoy her. At the first traffic light, she quickly hoisted her ass off the seat and slipped her panties off. As she turned to drop them into her purse, she glanced up at the car that had pulled along her right side. A deeply tanned, blond teen-ager was grinning lewdly at her. He rolled down his window and boldly shouted above the roaring traffic, "Hey, baby. You need someone to fuck that hot snatch?"
"Stick it up your ass," she said and tossed her head haughtily. His looks pleased her, however, and she continued to look at him with her lips half-parted in a smile that was both a challenge and an invitation. He looked to her so much like the classic California surfer-type that she wondered if there was beach sand caught in his blond pubic hair and if his cock would have a slight salty taste.
The boy laughed, the flash of his white teeth startling against the golden brown of his skin. His hands dropped out of her sight, and she had the distinct impression that he was undoing his pants. Then he looked back at her and raised himself off the seat so she had a glimpse of the thick head of his uncircumcised cock. She gasped with pleasure and rubbed her left hand over her damp pussy. She would like to be fucked by the young stud. It had been her experience that young men could get harder than older men and, with her expert guidance, a rock-hard prick could more than compensate for a young stud's clumsiness. He had lowered himself onto the seat again and was watching her. His right arm was moving up and down, and she felt frustrated to know he was playing with himself while she was unable to see.
Then the light changed. She turned to the boy and smiled. "Sorry," she said softly, "but I really don't have time to teach you how to fuck a real woman."
As she slipped the car into gear and pulled away, she saw him flip her the finger and struggle to get his pants buttoned up before moving into the traffic. The drivers behind him, impatient with the delay, began to blow their horns. She looked over her shoulder. The boy's face was beet-red, and he was still working at the buttons of his pants. She laughed softly, amused more by his youthfulness than at him. She sincerely hoped to run into him again sometime.
She glanced at her watch. There was still time enough to pick up some shoes at I. Magnun so she headed towards Union Square.
I. Magnun pleased Veronica enormously. When she had been young and embarrassed about the size of her tits, a shopping trip to the exclusive store had been a painful experience. Sales clerks, wrapped in the secure knowledge that their own small breasts were very fashionable, had given her side-long glances which frequently reduced her to tears. Now she strode through the store proudly, her tits held high, sweeping through the astonished mass of women dressed in camel coats and smelling of powder. She had discovered the secret of success, the secret necessary to win the praise of fashion-conscious women: it was a question of attitude. And Veronica's attitude toward her tits was extremely positive.
As she walked into the second floor shoe department, she spotted a new clerk. He was a tall, well-built middle-aged man with stunning green eyes and dirty blond hair. There were few men to whom she was not attracted, but his looks particularly struck her. The way he stood with legs slightly apart and bent, his hands jammed into the pockets of his pants-sexy. Veronica drew in her breath slowly. He was not working with a customer, and she had the distinct impression that he was the only heterosexual clerk on the floor. She walked towards him quickly, her body swinging with a free and easy grace.
He looked up at her approach and smiled. She liked his style. Unlike the usual I. Magnun clerk, he did not immediately snap to attention. He slowly took Ms hands out of his pockets and smiled.
"Hello," he said.
"Hello. You're new, aren't you?" she asked in a soft voice, thrilling to his lazy smile and the cool green of his fringed eyes.
"Yes. I'm supposed to introduce myself as Mr. Bill." His smile broadened, and she knew he would never hold his job at the store. The rich ladies would never tolerate his attitude. like Veronica, he obviously held the world of fashion in slight contempt.
"Then I'll call you Bill and you call me Veronica," she said with a smile. She liked him very much. She imagined him naked on the shore of a lake, imagined the two of them making love in the shallow water near the shore.
"May I help you?" he asked.
"I've no doubt you could," she replied. She turned and sat in a nearby chair.
Bill picked up a stool and sat on it m front of her. Sitting in front and below her, she knew he would soon be treated to a glimpse of her naked pussy. In the meantime, as he sat with his legs wide apart, she surveyed the heavy bulge of his balls in the crotch of his pants. She had a temptation to lean forward and gather the lump into her hand. Instead she lifted her right leg toward his waiting hand. As her leg came up, she saw his gaze fall upon her exposed cunt. It thrilled her to know she was sitting in the middle of the most fashion' able shoe salon in San Francisco while a man gazed openly at the lips of her pussy.
Veronica slowly moved her foot forward and gently pushed her extended toes into the mass at the crotch of his pants. Feeling his balls she sighed and said, "How about something in a size nine and one-half?"
He looked up at her, his mouth half-opened in a smile. "I'm liable to get fired," he said.
"You'll also get your rocks off," she said with a shrug of her shoulders. As her shoulders hunched, she felt the material of the dress ding tightly to her tits. He looked at them, his green eyes no longer lazy but widened now with desire. She moved her foot up from his balls and felt the stiff rod of his prick straining against the shorts.
"There are dressing rooms in the lingerie department over there," she said and moved her head towards the other side of the floor.
He glanced toward the lingerie department and back toward her. "I'll probably get fired anyway," he said with a quickened breath.
Veronica stood up. "I've found," she whispered to him, "that the best way to crash something is to act as if you belong there."
"Got you," he said and, taking her elbow in Ms left hand they walked together toward the dressing rooms on the opposite side of the lingerie department.
Once inside the booth with the curtain drawn, Veronica pressed her hand over her mouth to suppress the desire to laugh aloud. It was a delicious sensation, a marvelous new thrill.
Bill squatted onto the low bench in front of Veronica and pushed her dress up to her waist. Holding onto the cheeks of her ass, he brought his outstretched tongue forward to tease the lips of her cunt. She wondered if he could taste the saliva and the sweat of the truck driver who had only recently fucked her in his truck. She shuddered as Bill's tongue pushed forward and teased her clit into hardness. She leaned back against the wall of the small cubicle and watched the procedure in the full-length mirror attached to the wall. She shivered with pleasure at both the sensation of his tongue skillfully probing the lower walls of her cunt and at the sensation of seeing his face buried in the thick black mass of her pubic hair. She rotated her hips, undulating her body around the hard tongue which was thrusting in and out of her pussy hungrily. She put her hands onto the back of his head and held on tightly, willing him with her body to keep the stiff tongue working ever deeper and deeper.
Having reached as far up the molten tunnel as he could with his tongue, Bill pushed her away from him. Still sitting, he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his fly. Then he stood up, quickly dropped his pants and undershorts to his knees and looked to see if she was pleased with his piece of meat.
Veronica was very pleased. The stiff prick stood out between the tails of his shirt, thick and uncircumcised, pushing forward with leaps and jerks until the fleshy head was completely free of the foreskin. She wrapped her right hand around the swollen member and dropped to her knees.
Bill, however, pushed her away and resumed his seat on the low bench. With his legs spread apart as much as possible with the pants around his ankles, he motioned for her to stand and turn around. Veronica did as he indicated. Bill lifted her dress and pushed his hand against the small of her back so that she would lean forward. Veronica responded to his touch but as she leaned forward from the waist she very nearly lost her balance and almost fell through the curtains of the dressing room. Bill's right arm came around and supported her. Then he began lapping at her cunt while she, supported only by his right arm, tried desperately to thrust her pussy into his mouth, to impale herself again on his hard tongue.
Once her pussy was juicy from Ms mouth, Bill began lowering her towards his prick. More secure in her footing now, Veronica watched in the mirror as the white moons of her ass were lowered towards the twitching cock. Bill steadied the cock with his left hand while with his right hand still around her waist he continued to guide Veronica slowly towards the inflamed head of his swollen prick. Then Bill released his cock, leaned back against the wall and, with both hands around her waist, entered Veronica's constricting cunt from behind.
Veronica felt her face and tits swell with lust. For a moment she didn't move, savoring fully the sensation of the thick prick sliding up her pussy from behind. Then she began to slowly work the walls of her hot tunnel, squeezing the throbbing prick. She looked in the mirror. Bill's head was thrown back and a thin trickle of saliva ran from the corner of his opened mouth. Each time the muscles of her cunt gripped his prick, a slight grimace of pleasure crossed his face. She placed her outspread hands onto his knees for support and began lifting herself up and down over the hot cock. She moved slowly, fully experiencing the pleasure of the massive cock sliding along the hot walls of her expanded tunnels.
It was apparently too slow for Bill, however. He gripped her waist with his hands and began lifting her up and down at a quickened pace, slamming her down with more force each time. She gave herself up completely to his control.
He leaned forward and whispered hoarsely into her ear, "Stand up and sit on it the other way."
Veronica stood up and turned around. He was sitting with legs spread, his pants down around his ankles, the thick cock rising out of the shirt tails and above the heavy sac of his balls.
"Quickly," he mumbled and pulled his tie off.
Veronica straddled his spread legs and lowered herself until the lips of her cunt were directly over the head of his throbbing cock. Bill looked down and used his hand to position the knob for entry. Then he pushed his head back against the wall as he gruffly brought her down, impaling her once again on the passionate shaft.
As the prick shot up into her vagina, Veronica threw her head back and made a low gurgling sound in her throat. She had to suppress a desire to cry out loud with the pleasure of his masterful entry into her aching pussy. Then she leaned forward and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. With his hands locked behind her back, Bill began to pump in and out. Then he pulled back and, without losing a stroke, indicated with his eyes that he wanted her tits to suck on. Veronica quickly undid the catch at the back of the dress and pulled the material forward so her swollen tits jumped free toward his eagerly waiting mouth. The nipples were painfully swollen with lust, and she shivered with release as he greedily took one of them into his hot, wet oral cavity.
Then Veronica put Ms arms around his neck again and closed her eyes. She completely gave herself up to the sensation of being steadily rocked by the prick she straddled. It was like a dreamy boat ride on an increasingly rough sea. She felt the tides of lust and passion sweeping them away toward that wonderful moment when he would flood her with the sea of his hot come.
Veronica slowly became aware of foot steps and an affected voice, saying, "I think this one is free, Madam." Then she heard the sound of a cafe curtain being pushed aside and realized with a shock that someone had parted the curtain on the booth in which they were fucking. She looked into the mirror and saw the horrified face of a sales clerk staring at their entwined bodies. Then the horror quickly passed and the young girl gasped between her teeth. She pushed the curtain shut and Veronica heard her say, "That one is occupied, Madam. Perhaps this one?"
Veronica turned to Bill. His face was still contorted with lust. He was too close to climax to even muster a smile. "We can't stop now," he gasped.
"Don't stop," Veronica moaned softly. "Don't ever stop. Fuck me, Bill. Fuck me."
Bill answered her with a grunt and hungrily licked at the nipple of her right tit before taking it into his mouth. She looked into the mirror again. She was straddled his outspread legs, riding rockily on his priming cock, while he sucked at her tit with his eyes closed. Then she closed her own eyes and completely gave herself up to the final throes of their pleasure.
He was pumping into her now with such urgency and force that she felt herself rise off his body with each upward thrust. He no longer supported her with his hands but had squeezed her tits together with both hands and was hungrily sucking first one and then the other nipple. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck for balance and felt the wetness of his sweat-matted hair.
Bill began gasping heavily and quickly as if he had Just run up a flight of stairs. Then his teeth closed about her nipple and she felt him stiffen as the first load of come shot up into her tunnel. Veronica's own passion was unleashed at the same moment and she felt the spasms begin at every end of her body to converge at the center of her being. Then the spasms spread outwards again, passing from her constricting cunt through all her limbs so that she shuddered with pleasure and helplessness. Bill had released her tit and thrown his head back again. Gnashing his teeth and rocking his head from side to side, he had given himself up to the thrill as load after load of come exploded from his throbbing cock into her quivering pussy.
Veronica was the first to recover her senses. She immediately became aware of the tremendous heat which had built up in the small dressing room. Not only was it hot, but the air was heavy with the acrid, bitter-sweet smell of their lust and of their completion. She stood up and leaned against the wall, feeling shaky and dizzy. Still trembling, she pulled her dress back up over her shoulders and surveyed herself in the mirror. She was a mess, but it secretly pleased her to see herself so completely demolished by lust. She reached for her purse.
Bill was still sitting with Ms legs spread, his hands limply resting on the seat beside him, his head still thrown back. His cock was withdrawing, sliding along his thigh towards the blonde, wet pubic hair. Most of his come had not been able to defy the law of gravity but had oozed out of her cunt to settle in translucent pools in his pubic hair and along his balls. He was still gasping with exertion.
The curtain was pushed aside and the sales clerk, her face flashed with anticipation, slipped into the dressing room. "Oh," she whimpered, "you've finished."
Veronica picked up her comb and smiled with an air of superiority and triumph. "Eat your heart out," she cooed.
The girl gave Veronica an angry glance and looked at Bill, who had finally opened his eyes. He was smiling his lady smile again, enjoying the scene and making no effort to pull up his pants or cover his ebbing cock.
"I'll eat more than my heart," the girl whispered hoarsely. She dropped onto her knees in front of Bill and began lapping up the come which had trickled out of Veronica's pussy. Bill smiled and put his hand on the back of the girl's head.
"The balls," he moaned. "Lick those balls clean."
Veronica looked at him and grinned. He winked at her and, looking down at the girl who frantically licked at his huge balls, he shrugged his shoulders.
"Come here," he whispered to Veronica. "While she does that, I'll clean up your pussy."
Veronica stepped forward with a chuckle and lifted her dress. Bill's tongue flickered forward and lapped up the drops of come which clung to the pubic hair around Veronica's pussy. Then he leaned down and pulled a handkerchief from his pants and rubbed her cunt as dry as possible.
The girl was frantically sucking at his now flaccid cock. He pulled away and began drying himself.
"Lunchtime," he mumbled to her. "I'll fuck you at lunchtime."
"Come on," Veronica said quietly but in a tone which suggested she was a great lady who was being kept waiting needlessly. "I really do need a pair of shoes."
"You're too much, baby," he said with an appreciative grin.
He stood up and lifted his pants. The girl squeezed his prick and gave him a pleading look.
"At lunchtime," he said and, pushing her hand away, he stuffed the cock into his shorts and pulled the zipper shut with one swift movement.
"Madam," he said to Veronica with a mock bow. Taking her elbow once again, he steered her back through the lingerie department towards the shoes.