Chapter 7
The next day was Wednesday and the bookstore was closed as usual. I slept late and awoke hot and horny. The orgy the night before had opened me up in more ways than one. My pussy ached and my tits throbbed.
I went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee and found the kitchen sink stopped up and the pipes leaking. Damn plumbing! I called a plumber and he said he'd be right over. I didn't put much stock in what plumbers said. I figured it would be the next day before he showed up. So I took a shower and had just thrown on my shift when I heard a vehicle pull up in the drive. It was Star Ace Plumbing.
"Well, well," I thought. "This is a surprise."
The plumber checked out the pipes under the sink. "Yeah," he mumbled.
"Can you fix it today?" I asked. "Sure," he said. "It's a half-hour's job." I went into the living room and left him alone while he worked.
"Well, it's done," he called out.
I went into the kitchen. "Really?" I asked. "Gee, that was fast."
"I'm a fast worker," he grinned, looking me over. He was a chunky, beefy man with a flushed face. He turned on the faucet and said, "Runs like a top. There was something stuck down in there, and one of the pipes was leaking too. I fixed it right up. It's good as new."
"I really want to thank you for coming out today. A lot of plumbers-well, they're rather slow."
"At Star Ace Plumbing we provide good, fast service." His gaze raked my body.
"Would you like a cup of coffee?" I asked.
"I sure would."
We sat at the kitchen table. "If you ever have any plumbing problems at all in the future, I'd appreciate it if you'd call Star Ace Plumbing. And tell your friends about us too."
"I will. You're an exceptional plumber."
"I try to please," he grinned, looking at my legs. "And you're a nice customer. A lot of the places I go, you wouldn't believe. They stay right there, looking over my shoulder, asking me all kinds of stupid questions. And they don't offer me coffee."
I noticed that his arm was slowly moving up and down. "Mind if I ask you a question?" he asked. "No, not at all."
"Most of the customers I service are married. Very few are single. You're married?"
"Yes, I am." . "Yeah. I wonder why that is. Why single women, for some reason, don't seem to have plumbing problems."
"I have no idea," I laughed.
"Being married seems to cause the sink to stop up," he grinned.
"Would you like another cup of coffee?"
"Sure would."
His arm was still moving up and down. When I stood to get his cup I saw that he was lightly stroking his crotch. He had a hard-on.
"And very few husbands are any help when it comes to plugging a leak," he went on, knowing that I had seen. "Most of them work during the day and at night they're too tired to plug it." He looked at me and swept his eyes down over my body.
"My husband, he...." I began, refilling his cup. "Well, if he was here he could have probably fixed the leak, but he's...."
"Gone to work?" he asked.
"Gone on a sales trip. He's a sales representative."
"Umm," he murmured.
When I set the cup down in front of him I saw his cock straining against his pants. A humid wave shot up my cunt. Hot juice began to flow.
"I guess it's kind of rough, isn't it?" he said.
"Your husband being gone a lot."
"Yeah, it is. He was gone for over a week, came back for three days, now he'll be gone for another week. It's ... well, it's rough."
His arm kept moving up and down. And he was doing it openly. A flame roared in my vagina. I wanted him. I wanted a hot fuck.
I unbuttoned my shift and slid it off. I stood naked before him. He bounded out of his chair and grabbed me, clutched my rump and pulled me tight against him.
"Oh yeah!" he exclaimed. "Damn! What a body!" He went down on my tits. I unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick. It was big and pulsating. I drew my hand up and down its length.
"Oh, your peter's big and stiff," I moaned.
He rubbed my pussy, then slid a finger into my slit and began jazzing me.
"Oh, God!" I groaned. "Oh, give me your cock!"
He pulled me down onto the kitchen floor, mounted me and drove his root home.
"Oh, give it to me!" I gasped.
"I'll give it to you!" he hissed. "The minute I laid eyes on you I wanted to rip that robe off and hump it to you! Ah, but I couldn't do that. Too much of a risk that you'd yell rape. I had to let you make the first move. And, by God, you made it!"
He zipped his rod up and down my quim. He had a good-sized penis and was really pumping it to me. "Fuck!" he huffed. "Damn, but you got a tight pussy! So good and tight and hot! Oh yeah, tight piece of pussy!"
"Drive it in me!" I cried. "Yes, just like that, good and deep! Yes, you're screwing me good! Giving me the screw I need! Oh, God, I love it!"
"Now, baby, now!" he rasped. "Get ready, 'cause I'm gonna shoot it in you. Ah yeah, I'm gonna cram it in you! Gonna cram your pussy full of it!"
"I'm ready!" I wailed. "Shoot your load in me! Now!"
He spewed his first steaming jet of semen just as I reached my climax. "Ah," he panted over and over as he squirted an enormous amount of spunk in me.
"Fuck!" I cried. "Ah, fuck an ocean of fuck in me!"
He gradually slowed and I felt the final drop of his jism dribble from his prick.
"Umm," he murmured. "Ah, baby, did I plug it up all right?"
"Umm," I purred. "Perfect. A perfect job."
"I always try to give satisfactory service."
"Your service is more than satisfactory. It's fantastic."
"Anytime you have a leak and need it plugged, baby, call Star Ace Plumbing, ask for Draper and I'll come fix you right up."
"I will," I said. "Believe me, I will...."
That day was certainly a day of surprises-as far as fucking went.
About five that afternoon I was surprised by Burt's visit.
"Hey, stranger," I said. "What brings you out here?"
"Just got off from work," he said.
He looked down at my shift, then suddenly strode over and grabbed me. He rubbed my butt. "Goddamn, I've been thinking about you all day!" he said. "Been thinking about those big titties and that big ass and that tight pussy!"
He carried me to the couch and in rapid-fire order laid me down, lifted and spread my legs, sank his tongue into my hole and rubbed my tits. I lay there unmoving and unresponsive at first, rather stunned by the quickness of his assault. But the jabbing of his tongue in and out of my cunt and his scrubbing of my tits soon brought me to life.
"Oh, ah," I gasped as his ramming tongue sent a jolt through my vagina. I moved my vulva up and started hunching his tongue. "Eat me, Burt!" I cried. "Oh, God-eat me good!" He pulled his pants off, mounted me and stuffed me. "Oh, God! Oh, Burt, it's hard! Ooh, it's so hard!"
He kept driving his root in. "Fuck, baby, fuck!" he called out between clenched teeth. "Goddamn, I'm gonna fuck you good!"
Now my vagina was accommodating itself to his thrusting cock. My juices began flowing, lubricating his dick. I grabbed his shoulders and raised my legs around his back, spreading my cunt open.
His pounding rod drove me deeper into the couch. It was by far the fastest and hardest screwing I'd ever had. His heavy balls smacked against my ass as he pumped. Yes, his rough screwing really got to me.
"Ride me, baby!" I cried. "Screw me hard and rough! Screw me with a big hard dick! Rap it in me, screw the piss out of me! Oh, God-oh mother-fucking Jesus-nobody's ever fucked me like this!"
"I'll fuck you, baby!" Burt hissed. "I'll fuck you like this every day! Goddamn, anytime you want it!"
"Ah, I want it!" I groaned. "Oh, God, I want it! Fuck! Suck! Suck my tits, Burt! Suck 'em, bite em!
Burt started ejaculating, squirting fiery semen deep in my gut.
"Squirt it, Burt! Squirt hot sperm in me! Fill my pussy up!"
He did just that, pumping his juice in me till it flowed out of my cunthole and drenched my ass. We lay there for a good five minutes, gasping, spent. He finally raised his head. "You've got the sweetest pussy I've ever fucked." Then he added, "Don't tell Sandy or Zita I said that."
"I won't."
He licked his lips. "Umm, you've got one hot tight pussy, baby."
"Did you mean what you said, about anytime I want it, you'll give it to me?"
"I sure did. Yeah, a beautiful hot woman like you needs a good fucking every day."
"And every night," I added.
"Yeah, but I'm afraid I can't help you there. Your husband will have to take care of that."
"He will ... when he's home."
"Umm," Burt purred. "Goddamn, if you were my wife I'd screw you every day and every night. I'd keep a dick in you."
"I bet you would."
" 'I know I would." He began running his cock up and down my sheath.
"Oh, Burt! You're stiff again! Oh, God, you're wonderful! Give me the dick, Burt-give me that big stiff dick again!"
He hammered me with long lunges, driving every inch of it in with every thrust.
"Oh, hump it in me, Burt! Pump it in me! Dig it in deep!"
"Fuck!" Burt roared.
"Oh, God!" I cried. "Oh, commit adultery with me, Burt! Ah, we're committing adultery! And it's so good!"
He sucked on my titties, and the touch of his tongue licking me as he pounded his root up my quim made me cum. "Fuck!" I yelled. "Fuck me with a big hard peter! Ooh, love me with your dick! Pump love in me! Pump your fucking love in me, baby! Fuck your love in my pussy!
"That's it!" I cried as I felt a torrid gush of jism spurt from his cock. "Cum! Ohh, give me all your cum!"
He panted and chugged like a locomotive as he jacked his spunk deep in my sheath. I clamped my cunt muscles down on his tool and pulled and sucked in all his semen.
"Oh, baby," Burt breathed. "God, you can fuck! That's the best fuck I've had in a long time."
"Umm," I cooed. "Coming from you, that's quite a compliment."
"It's true," he said, slowly running his pecker up and down my tube. "You're one of the best."
"So are you. I love your cock, umm, and your big heavy balls slapping against my ass, ah, and your hot mouth sucking on my titties, umm. I love it all. I wish we could fuck all day and all night."
"So do I," he said. "But I've gotta be going. It's a quarter to six. I've been here forty-five minutes. Haven't even gone home from work, yet."
I went to the bookstore the next morning. Burt's screwing had really gotten me going. I was hot, horny for some more. My cunt was flowing and my breasts were throbbing. I eyed Roddy till I couldn't stand it anymore. I went to him behind the counter and rubbed his crotch.
There weren't any customers in the shop, but Roddy was still nervous. "Oh, Fawn! It's too much." He clutched my waist and looked anxiously at the door. "Customers," he said. "They might come in."
"Let's go to the stockroom," I said. "We'll hear if anyone comes in."
We went to the stockroom and stood against the wall right by the door. I took his dick out and began jerking it off. It grew and grew in my hand.
"I'm gonna suck your dick, Roddy."
"Oh!" he moaned.
I got on my knees, cupped his meat and went down on it, licking and sucking it all over.
"Oh, God!" he moaned over and over.
I stood and he pressed himself against me, humping my crotch. I pushed his head down lower and lower till he fell to his knees. I lifted my skirt, pulled off my panties and guided his head to my snatch. He buried his face in it. I spread my legs, arched my back and raised my vulva. He clutched my buttocks and sank his tongue in my slit, sliding it up and down my clit.
"Oh, Roddy, that's good. Oh, so good! Ah, you've got a nice tongue, nice and hot and wet!"
I felt his penis straining and was afraid he'd jack off before he screwed me. I pulled at him. "Come here. Come up here and fuck me."
He stood and wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed his thudding prick between my legs. I took his staff and pointed it at my crack. He dipped down and came up and entered me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he clasped my rump as we went at it.
"Oh, you sweet fucker!" I gasped as his cock-head pushed into my slit. He gasped back as he slid his penis up my vagina.
"Oh, God! Oh, Fawn! I love you!"
"Oh, yes!" I answered. "That's what it's all about, sweet honey. Oh, give it to me, Roddy, give me your sweet hot love!"
He prodded it in me furiously. I knew he wouldn't last long at that rate. After only a minute he spurted his juice in me. "Oh God! Oh, I want to be married to you!" he cried. "God, I wanna do it to you every day! Fawn, if you ever break up with him I'll marry you. And I won't care how many other guys do it to you. I just wanna be married to you."
"If I wasn't already married, I wouldn't mind being married to you at all, Roddy. Not at all. You'd make a good husband."
The bell over the bookshop door rang. Roddy quickly stuffed his peter in his pants. "Remember what I said, if you ever get divorced, I'll marry you, and I won't care if other men do it to you." He walked out of the stockroom.
I pulled on my panties, smoothed down my skirt and smiled. One could do worse than Roddy, I thought. A lot worse.
That evening, at about five, Burt again pulled up in the drive. My juices started flowing and a warm wet wave flowed down my vagina as I watched him walk up to the door. I knew what I was going to get.
Burt didn't say a word. He just came over and wrapped his arms around me and pushed his crotch against mine. I felt his rod, hard and throbbing. He grabbed my ass and lifted me up.
"Take me into the bedroom," I said. "I want you to fuck me in my husband's bed."
He laid me down on the bed, then got on his knees and pulled his pants off. His long thick penis stuck up, straining, waving. I got on my knees and grabbed his dick and jacked it.
He grabbed my breasts and rubbed them. I lowered my head, opened my mouth and ran my tongue up and down and all around his staff.
"That's it, baby, suck my dick," Burt rasped. With one hand he clasped the back of my head, with the other he squeezed my tits. I sucked down two-thirds of his shaft. "Suck it, baby! Suck every inch of it!" He slid his tool in and out of my mouth. "Oh, you're a number-one cocksucker! You know how to use that tongue and those lips! Goddamn, I've gotta fuck you!" He pulled his prick out of my mouth and pulled me to him. I wrapped my legs around him and he ground his peter up my pussy.
"God, yes!" I groaned. "Oh, give me the dick, Burt, give it to me!"
He balled me with long lunges, driving every inch of his meat up my sheath with every thrust.
"Ah, hump it in me, Burt! Dig it in, dig it in deep!"
"Screw your pussy! Screw your hot cunt!" Burt roared.
"Oh, you sweet fucking lover!" I cried. "Screw me like only you can screw me! Oh, sweet fucking Burt, oh, sweet baby, I can't get enough of your cock! Ah, your big screwing cock!"
"Oh, your sweet pussy!" Burt cried. "Your tight hot pussy! You're worth your weight in gold!"
"Oh, sweet hot frigging Jesus!" I moaned. "Ohh, we're committing adultery, Burt! You're frigging me in my husband's bed!"
He humped me for a good five minutes, driving his cock up and down my quim in strong solid strokes. My pussy juices streamed, pouring down my cunt channel, soaking his prick, his balls, my cunt hair and my ass.
"Oh, ah-love me, Burt! Love me forever with your peter!"
"Goddamn yes!" he grunted. "Ah, you're so hot and wet and tight. Your cunt's like red-hot silk!"
I knew he was on the verge of cumming. "Faster, harder!" I cried. "Screw me like I've never been screwed before!"
He gave out a great cry and I felt the first burst of his semen, splashing deep in the core of my yoni.
"Fill me up, Burt! Pour it in me! Spew all your sperm in me. I want it all!"
Orgasm after orgasm racked my body as he spurted red-hot spunk up my gut. "Oh, you sweet hot fucker!" I moaned. "Sweet fucking lover!"
We lay there for a while, not saying a word, just breathing hard and slowly moving our bodies, savoring the delicious fuck we'd just had.
"It's too bad polygamy's not allowed in this country," Burt finally said.
"I'll fuck to that," I said.
Burt laughed. "You know, you're almost as lecherous as me."
"Almost. But you're right-about polygamy. It'd be great if we could have more than one spouse. If we could be married to as many people as we wanted-and who wanted us."
"Group marriage," Burt said.
"Yeah. I can think of five or six people right now I'd like to be married to. I mean, Paul-well, he's my husband and I love him, but I'd like to share in a group marriage-six or seven people."
"Only six or seven?" Burt asked, leering at me.
"Well, however many. Maybe thirteen. Make it a coven. The women would share all the men, and the men all the women. And, in some cases, the women would share the women."
"Umm-yeah," Burt said. "Sounds great."
"And it would be a group marriage," I went on. "Of course, the women and men in it could be married to each other, but each woman in it would be a mate for every man in it, and each man would be a mate for every woman."
"Umm, there'd sure be a lot of fucking in it," Burt said, moving his growing cock in me.
"Oh, yes, a lot of licking and sucking and fucking. All the women would share their bodies with all the men. Think of all the hot loving."
"I am," Burt said, sliding his rod up my vagina.
"Oh, Burt!" I moaned. "You're gonna screw me again! Oh, Burt, fuck me in my ass!"
He turned me over and raised me up on my hands and knees.
I stuck my ass up. "Lick me, Burt. Stick your tongue in me first."
He grabbed my buttocks and squeezed and pulled them, parted them. Then I felt his tongue on my asscrack. "Oh, yes. Oh, Burt!" He flicked his tongue up and down on my rosebud. "Oh, God, yes!" I gasped. "That's heaven!" He rubbed his tongue all over it. "Ah, your tongue's so hot and wet!" He slid his tongue in and scraped his hand over my vulva. "Oh baby, oh, honey, oh, sweetheart-lover!" I moaned. "Lick-eat my ass!"
He jammed his tongue in and out while rubbing my clitoris with his middle finger. "Oh, fuck me, Burt!" I cried. "Oh, yes, I'm ready for it ... stick your dick in ... oh, I want to feel it up my ass!"
His rod entered my asshole at the same time his finger slid into my vagina. "Oh, all the way, Burt! Oh, God, I love it in my ass!"
"Oh, babe!" he wheezed as he ground his penis up my rectum. "Goddamn, you're tight as a vise!"
Inch after inch, his cob came on, digging through. "Oh, baby, you've got the tightest ass!" He was fully impaled in me now, his meat packed my ass. He pulled back, then thrust forward.
"Oh, God, that feels wonderful!" I crooned. He pushed it in me in smooth whips, his middle finger whipping in and out of my quiff at the same pace. "Oh, Burt ... ream my ass out!"
"Oh, baby, yes!" Burt groaned.
He humped it in me, rapping me two strokes a second. "Here it cums, babe!" he called out. "Here's my frigging juice up your ass!"
And with that he shot his molten juice up my rectum.
I gave out a long wail and jerked all over as an orgasmic explosion ripped through me, sending lusty fire through every fiber of my body. Burt fell atop me and we collapsed on the bed, his finger and his prick still stuck in me. Sometimes after-I had lost track of time-Burt got up. "Baby, I've gotta go. It's six o'clock. I've been here an hour."
I pressed my breasts against his back and nuzzled the nape of his neck. "Just remember what I said about group marriage. Who knows? We just might be able to work it out."
"You've got my vote," Burt said.