Chapter 5
Turning the Bar X into a sort of vacation ranch had been a very profitable business arrangement, Mike Rucker reflected, and it had been his idea. The beauty of the whole thing was it had been so easy, once he had gotten the clientele, and everything was working out just as he'd planned. The hotel thing had started over five years ago and now he had a booming business. It was in the third year that the Halsteads had come to the ranch for a vacation.
The two couples had gotten along quite well together, and the Ruckers had often entertained them in their private suite. For most of the Halsteads' vacation, Mike had kept his hands off of Karen Halstead, his friend Adam's vivacious, redheaded wife. Oh, he had had fucked a few extra cunts during his marriage, and he had been pretty sure that his wife, Nora, had had some discreet balling on the side too. When he had finally fucked Karen, he realized he should have kicked himself for not making it happen sooner.
Mike had fucked Adam's wife that first time in a deserted shack out in the desert, some distance from the ranch. There should have been all hell to pay, but as it turned out, Adam and Nora had beat them to it; they had been meeting clandestinely for most of the vacation when the whole thing surfaced. They had then all sat down together and talked it over rationally, and with a great deal of mature thought. They, all four, had finally come to an agreement.
The Ruckers and the Halsteads really amazed themselves. They would have been the first to admit that their lives had undergone a remarkable change. It could have been described as almost a renaissance. In the privacy of their homes, in their living rooms and the bedrooms, they had rediscovered the joy of living.
Most of the time, the two couples had met at the Bar X, but a few times the Ruckers would leave the ranch and go into Phoenix to the Halsteads' comfortable home on the outskirts. Then there were the weekends spent in Mexico or the Colorado mountains and hotels and motels up and down the whole state.
Yes, it most certainly was the best thing that had happened to them. Mike was sure of that! All their apprehensions, doubts, and guilt about what they were doing had long since been dispelled. Each of them was dedicated to the idea. For them, now, there was really no other way to live. Their tottering marriages had been strengthened, and there were no further thoughts of divorce. Swapping had been their salvation.
Then Mike's brilliant idea had come to him. Why should they always be going to one place or the other? Wouldn't it be better if they sort of centralized? In short, why didn't they do the next best thing to setting up a combined household the Halsteads would move into the Bar X ranch with the Ruckers.
Even the two wives, who had been a little doubtful at first, were now sold on it completely. The move was made. Adam gave up his job in Phoenix and he and his wife moved out to the ranch, lock stock and barrel, into one of the private cabins on the property. Now the two couples were readily available to each other, at any time, and it didn't make too much difference in which of the two apartments they happened to awaken.
This was the way life should be lived. All four of them were firmly convinced of that, and anyone who was foolish enough not to take advantage of it was simply to be pitied.
With a wonderful dinner just finished, complete with candlelight and a good wine, the two couples were now seated in the living room of the Ruckers' quarters in the main ranch house.
As Mike looked across the living room he saw that his wife and Adam were already trying to work something up for later on. Nora sat on the big cOuch, her shoes off, with her feet tucked up under her, the position hiking her short shirt up all the higher to reveal her smoothly tapered legs to advantage. She was tucked in under Adam's big, beefy arm, and she had just whispered something confidential into his ear.
"Damn it!" he chided. "I know you two can't wait tonight, but pay attention to what I'm saying. The meeting isn't finished yet!"
"I thought we'd taken care of all the business part," Nora observed, leaning in closer to Adam Halstead's muscular, athletic body, which put one of her hugely billowing tits within easy reach of his hand, and as Mike watched, he saw Adam's big paw encompass it. If he knew his wife, he thought, there was no bra to encumber her warm, vibrant flesh. She nuzzled her face into his shoulder, her dark hair contrasting with Halstead's almost platinum-blond head.
"Well, this's not exactly business, but it concerns the ranch and us! I want to tell you about an idea I have," Mike explained, looking around to make sure they were all listening.
"All right, Mike, let's have it," Adam rumbled.
Karen, who was sitting beside him on the couch, started to get some ideas of her own as she watched her husband and Mike's wife. She chose that moment to begin massaging the inside of Mike's thigh, her tiny hand moving ever upward between his legs.
"Just hold the action for a couple of minutes, or I won't be able to get it out!" He dropped his hand down to capture the svelte redhead's hand and held it immobile while he talked. "We got a reservation from Peter and Janet Young, as you know. Now, I used to have a special interest in her, and I want to suggest that we give them the full treatment. Okay?"
There was a moment of silence before Karen spoke up. "There's only one thing that bothers me about that sort of thing, Mike."
'What's that?"
"We get some real weirdos, that way," she said, "and I'm a little shook every time it happens."
Nora added her argument. "I'm with Karen on that. Remember that New York couple where the guy brought his own whips and things. It was sick!"
"And how about the stupe that wanted to just suck my toes all night!" Karen said, again.
Adam shifted his big frame before he spoke. He seemed a little uncomfortable. "I'm glad we're on this subject, because I've never told you about this." He stopped, thinking about how to say it, as he weighed his words carefully.
"What is it, Adam?" Karen asked her husband.
"Well," the big man frowned. "You remember the couple that came out here last summer? The tall, thin brunette, with the big tits? I never could get it in her cunt, she let me put my cock every place else but."
Mike remembered her only too well, but she'd only taken his cock between her huge tits, before she'd used her mouth on him; then, there had been an interruption, and everybody was in on it. He couldn't remember all that had happened after that. He thought a moment before saying, "All right, I get the drift, and I agree, but I think you'll like the Youngs. They're definitely not sickles!
Nora asked, "Mike darling, why are you so interested?"
"I'll be perfectly honest with you," he grinned. "She's the only woman I wasn't ever able to fuck!"
"Bragging or complaining?" Adam asked in his deep voice.
"Complaining, damn it!" Mike groused. "I almost had my cock in her cunt and she grabbed it! I shot all over the place!"
"Honest, Mike? You must have been very young," Karen said.
"I was old enough to know better!" Mike said, ruefully.
"In order to keep Mike's batting average intact, I move we take on the Youngs!" Adam Halstead smiled.
"Second?" Mike asked.
"Second!" Karen said. "And move it be passed with a unanimous vote."
"All in favor?"
There was a chorus of ayes.
Mike said, "I'll put them in the main house with us. Meeting's dismissed and don't forget this was all done in proper democratic procedure."
"There's just one item left," Nora interjected. "It's my turn to call the shots for tonight!"
"That's right, what's your choice, darling?" Mike asked his wife.
"Tonight, I want this big hulk all to myself!" she said, turning and raising her lips to Adam Halstead to be kissed.
"All right, so be! Shall we have a couple more drinks first?" Mike asked.
"Yes, and that'll be the limit, just enough for a fine edge!" Nora said, then added, "You and Karen toddle off at a reasonable hour, now, like good little kiddies, okay?"
"Okay," Mike agreed, releasing Karen's hand, which went back to its former deflected goal of inching up his thigh.
Yes! This was most certainly the best arrangement they had ever had. It's just too damned bad, Mike thought, that toe didn't do it earlier, much earlier. He felt his growing response to Adam's wife, but he was already remembering Janet Young, and the soft, wet curls of her trembling pussy.
Karen Halstead's hand on Mike's thigh was insistent; she moved higher, touching him with feather-light fingers, outlining the growing bulge that throbbed there. He had served the first of the two-drink limit his wife had imposed, and he returned to his seat beside Karen.
She looked up at him, smiling and said, "I'm glad, Mike!"
"About what?"
"That Nora just wants to pair off, tonight." She shivered, delicately. "Because I like to have you all to myself some of the time, too."
He glanced across at his wife and Karen's husband on the other couch. Adam's big ham of a hand was up under her dress, and he saw that her legs were splayed out to allow him access to her pussy. Above, his other hand was cupping a softly trembling tit through the material of her dress, his thumb and forefinger teasing a nipple into a hard cone of erectile flesh. Their mouths were welded together, and he knew their tongues were busily engaged, inside, probing and tasting.
"And, it looks like they're getting an early start!" he observed, turning to Karen to take her in his arms, adding, "Maybe we ought to leave early."
Just before his lips found her, she agreed. "Good idea, darling, I'm all hotted up already, too!"
Her tongue squirmed hotly between his teeth to probe and taste the moist warmth of his mouth, then she stiffened it and flicked it in and out several times, rapidly. For a moment or two he allowed it, before capturing her tongue and sucking on it vigorously. She mewled in her throat, and he thrust his own hotly searching tongue deep into her mouth, savoring her, while below his cock throbbed to alert, massively hard erection. Her hand gripped him tightly through the material of his .pants. After several moments of deep kissing, she drew her head back and mumbled, "I don't need that second drink, why don't we go over and fuck right away?"
He started to object. There was still, in the back of his mind, a floating idea that Nora might change her mind about pairing off. He had been rather looking forward to a swinging foursome tonight; then, he glanced again at the couple on the other couch. His wife had slipped off her dress. He had been right. She wasn't wearing a bra; as a matter-of-fact, there had been nothing under it. Her beautiful body was revealed in all its curvaceous nudity. Damn! She was really going after Adam tonight!
Adam's big frame was stretched out on the couch, his head resting on a pillow against the arm, and his steel-blue eyes watched with avidly lewd interest; as Mike's wife lowered the zipper of his fly, the sigh of the metal on metal making a loud sound in the room. Then, as he became aware that his wife and Mike Rucker were watching, he smiled over at them and remarked, "Mike, this wife of yours is a real man-eater tonight, don't you feed her right?"
"Hell, I try!" he laughed, delighted with Adam's joke, allowing one of his hands to drop to Karen's tit, cupping and fondling the warm, vibrant fullness through the material of her dress, discovering that she, too, wasn't wearing a bra.
With an unconscious heightening of his own excitement, he watched as his wife reached inside Adam's fly and brought his thickly pulsing cock out into the room. Mike felt the shock in Karen's body and heard her sharply indrawn breath at the sight of her husband's cock in Mike's wife's hand. Jealousy had long since been scourged from them all, but there was a certain thrill remaining for them, the voyeuristic pleasure of watching other people, especially your own spouse, as they fucked and were fucked by someone else.
Mike and Karen watched in fascination. Swiftly, Nora knelt over the big man, her dark eyes smoldering, shining brunette hair sweeping down across his thighs, her full, white tits dancing below, as she crouched there, both hands fondling and massaging the heavy shaft of Adam's pulsing cock.
Mike's own cock jerked involuntarily in his pants, and he could feel a tear of cum juice ooze out, signifying its readiness to screw. It always made him hot to watch like this. His eyes swept over his wife's naked form appreciatively, noting her smoothly rounded asscheeks, the alabaster thighs that tapered so perfectly into softly rounded knees and the long curve of calves; all of her was so perfectly sculpted in vibrant, exciting, almost translucent flesh, the delicate blue tracery of veins showing through, ever so slightly. God
... he loved her! Tomorrow night, when she was his again, he knew how much he would appreciate her. It was strange, he mused, how a person could see things from a different perspective when you rearranged your values. Yes, he was sure of her love, too. There would never be a reason to doubt it, again.
Now, Nora's full, pouting lips moved down as she milked the loose foreskin of Adam's thickly throbbing cock back to reveal the reddish, smooth and shiny head, kissing it tenderly; then using her teeth, she lightly nipped along its great length, and Mike could hear the humming mewl deep in her throat, along with the rumbling moan of his friend, Adam.
As Nora's lips made contact with Karen's husband's erect cock spearing up out of the fly of his pants, Karen gripped Mike's now jerking cock through his pants and turning, put her mouth close to his ear to whisper, "God, Mike, I'm getting all ready for some really hot and heavy fucking!"
"Do you want to leave, now?" he asked, reaching out to retrieve his glass. He raised it to his lips and drained it, unable to keep his eyes away from the couch across the room.
"Yes!" she said simply.
"All right," he grumbled, reluctantly, "but I was hoping Nora might change her mind."
"Maybe next time we can go the merry-go-round route," Adam's wife suggested.
"Okay, okay," he agreed. "Let's go!" He arose, stepped around the big coffee table and came up behind his wife where she knelt over Adam's loins. He could see the dewdrops of moisture on the tiny, inner petals of her darkly hair-ringed cunt, and he had a mad desire to claw off his clothing, release his own impatient cock and ram it to the hilt in his wife's wetly shining cunt, fucking her in a rampage fury of animal-like rut. God damn, how he'd enjoy doing just that. He reached out for her obscenely waggling hips, his fondling hands moving over her softly curved asscheeks, the feel of them velvet-smooth to his hot hands.
Nora's lips had just ovaled and slipped down over the bulbously pulsating head of Adam's cock, and vicariously, he knew what the other man was feeling, as her tongue swirled inside her mouth, around and around the throbbing head of his cock.
She felt Mike's hands as they moved over her asscheeks, and knew that her husband wanted to change the direction of things for the evening. Desperately, she tried to pull herself down and away from him, moaning her objection around Adam's heavily pulsing cock filling her mouth, but not wanting to stop her lewd sucking.
It was Karen who stepped into the breach. She came up behind Mike, reached around in front of him, grasped his cock, tightly, in her tiny hand, forcing the cloth of his shorts and trousers close around it, and said, "Mike, darling, it's really not very fair to try changing the rules in the middle of the game, is it?" She, too, had read his intentions correctly.
He knew she was right. "Yeah, I'm off base," he admitted. "I was getting carried away, I guess." Leaning over, he kissed his wife on the nape of the neck and felt her little shiver of delight. He said, "Good night, darling we're leaving you kiddies to your own screwing."
She remained in position but lifted her head, releasing Adam's expanding cock long enough to mumble, "Good night, sweetheart. Good night, Karen. I'll fix Adam's breakfast, okay?"
"Okay," Karen said, gaily. She released Mike's cock, walked around him and planted a kiss full on her husband's lips. He looked up at her-with glazed eyes, a hand going out to her, automatically, to move up under her dress, caressingly.
"Good night, Karen," he rumbled.
Mike was still reluctant to leave, that is, he was right up to the time he walked into the Halsteads' cabin a few yards away from the main ranch house, following Karen's sensuously sexy, hip-swaying figure into the dimly lighted hallway.
Suddenly, then, he put his arms around her from the back, not giving her time to turn around, his hands capturing an alluringly soft tit in either hand. He crushed her back into him, the huge bulge of his cock pushing into the small of her back. He held her hard into him.
"Unzip me, Mike," she said.
He released her to search for the zipper, found it and lowered it to her waist. She stepped out of her dress, lowering it over the fullness of her thighs, and he saw that she had nothing on under her dress. She was only wearing her shoes now. Tossing the dress to the hall table, she turned to him, her gray-green eyes smoky with passion.
"If we'd stayed any longer, Mike, I would've fucked you right on the floor!"
She came into his arms, fitting her body close up to him, her hips grinding in tiny circles up against the hardness of his cock inside his pants. He chuckled, remembering.
"Hell, that wouldn't be anything new!"
"But, you'll have to admit, darling, beds are better!"
"Well, yes, they are!" Mike said. "What are we waiting for?"
"Not a thing!" she said, stepping back out of the circle of his arms.
Just before she turned away from him to precede him down the hallway, his eyes swept over her, from head to foot. Christ! She was a beautiful woman, too! Mike felt himself a very lucky man at that moment. He had two lovely, sexy women, both of whom he loved, equally. One was his wife, the other the wife of his best friend. Yes, he was very lucky and very happy, indeed.
He saw, in Adam's wife, a voluptuous woman, who was warmly responsive sexually. The white nudity of her stood there uninhibitedly before him, her huge, whitely billowing tits, high-set on her chest, jutted out proudly in perfect cones, angled upward, naturally, round and full at the base, with a nice taper to tiny, bud-like nipples, darker against the alabaster whiteness of her skin. There were no lines of tanning on her body. Even in the strong summer sunlight, she avoided full exposure to the burning rays, like many redheads who freckle instead of tanning. The satiny curvaceousness of her tit mounds were so large and full that there was a deep cleavage where they almost met.
Mike's hands itched for the feel of the softly pliant flesh of her sensuous tits. He wanted to feel them squeezing through his fingers, but as he reached out for her she dodged away, turning to lead the way to her bedroom, smiling back at him with a meaningful wink.
"I don't want it on the hallway floor either!" she said, walking away, ahead of him, with an elaboration of her natural hip-swaying walk.
He thrilled at the sight of her, as he always did, his big cock jerking painfully against the material of his pants, her smoothly rounded asscheeks enticing him, leading him seductively down the hall. Damn! She had such a sensuous walk! He saw the rounded fullness of her cheeks, bouncing so sexily ahead of him, and he could hardly wait, now, to get his hands on them.
He threw off his jacket, loosened and removed his tie, and as he came into the bedroom behind her, he threw them carelessly across the back of a chair.
Karen turned, tigerishly, came to him and began unbuttoning his shirt, murmuring, "God, let's get you naked!" She fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, while he unbuckled his trousers, opened the fly and dropped them to his ankles. Together, they made short work of it, for in seconds, he was standing tall and nude before her.
"Damn, you are in a hurry, aren't you?" he smiled.
"Oh, yes!" she breathed. "It does something to me when I watch Adam doing it to another woman, especially Nora!"
"Well," he observed, "you know what I wanted to do a few minutes ago, didn't you?"
"Too well!"
She came into his arms, capturing his hardened cock between her thighs and forcing it to lie in the pulsing furrow of her pussy, while she undulated her hips up against him, the solid shaft of his cock contracting the sensitive bud of her clitoris to send delicious shivers of sensation rippling hotly through her body. Then, she leaned her head into his chest, her tongue snaking out to lick first one then the other of his tiny male nipples. Her teeth followed, nipping tantalizingly at them.
His hands, meanwhile, had not been idle. He slid them caressingly down her back, feeling the silky smoothness of her flawless skin, until they arrived at her waist and flowed on down over the swell of her hips to grasp a soft, whitely trembling asscheek in each. His fingers dug into the resiliency of her flesh; it was warm around his lewdly manipulating fingers.
Then, Adam's wife was pushing him, gently but firmly, toward the big bed. Putting one hand flat on his chest, and reaching down to grip his long, hard cock with the other, she forced him back towards the bed. The edge of it struck his knees, and he began to fall backwards, he wrapped his long arms around her to pull her down on top of him. Instantly, her lips found his mouth, and her agile tongue darted inside to slide deep into his throat. His own tongue jousted with hers intertwiningly, while below, Karen shifted her loins up over him to capture his big cock again.
It lay like a thickly pulsing log "up along his abdomen, and she moved on him, forcing his cock into the tingling groove of her red, thickly furred cunt. The underside of his cock, tender and sensitive, made electric contact with her clit, and she slithered up and down it erotically. His prick throbbed and jerked. He had to get it into her pussy. He was so damned hot, now, he could hardly wait. Just as he was on the verge of rolling her over to her back so he could fuck her properly, she broke the long, deep kiss.
"Mike, darling," she murmured, looking down into his face, "I want to fuck you, tonight! I want to stay on top so I can move and be free to do whatever I want!" She was breathlessly excited.
"Hell, fucking is fucking!" he told her. "What difference does it make who's next to the ceiling?"
She leaned up, kneeling over him now, while he wriggled around to lie straight on the bed. Then, reaching under her, Karen took the shaft of his cock in her tiny hand and used the head of it to nuzzle in through the fiery red hair of her hot, wet cunt, placing the bulbous head of his cock directly at the opening. Sure that it was lined up properly, she lowered herself on it with a rush, coming down on him with force, her lush, sensuous body driving her down to skewer her open pussy on his prick as effectively as if he had fucked the huge shaft into her himself.
He felt it go into her cum-wet cunt passage, spreading and stretching the delicate flesh, his cock soaring up into her clasping sheath like an avenging spear, the blood-inflated head driving her tender flesh in tiny rippling wavelets before it.
"OOoooaauggggh!" she moaned, as her pubic bone crashed down against his. She grimaced. "God, I must have misjudged, I think I drove your cock clear through me!"
Mike chuckled. "You asked for it, now it's all yours! Come on, Baby! I want to be fucked, so move it!"
"In a little while, Mike darling. I want to tantalize you and make you beg for it, like you do me, sometimes!"
He brought a free hand down across her asscheeks, smacking her playfully, saying mimickingly, "Oh, God Karen, I want you to fuck me, now!" He flexed his cock, expanding it deep up inside her pussy, and felt the wetness of her cunt walls begin contracting and relaxing, alternately, around his pussy-stretching cock.
"Clown!" she grunted, concentrating on what she was doing.
Karen's tits trembled tantalizingly above him as she knelt with his cock buried deep up in her cunt, and he reached out to cup the smooth fullness of them in his hands, feeling the erect nipples spiking out into his palms. He kneaded and massaged them, allowing his fingers to dig into their softness, the soft flesh pliant in his hands, while below her hotly pulsing cunt passage clasped and unclasped wildly around his throbbing hardness. It felt wonderful, but he had to go on now. He needed and wanted movement. How much longer could he play her little game?
Raising his head up then, he sought her tits with his mouth, kissing one, then the other, before he took the berry-like nipple between his lips, engulfing it and the darker pink of the areola completely. He sucked on it hard, drawing it far up into the hot wetness of his mouth; then, he moved it in and out rapidly, while maintaining the strong suction of his lips. He knew she would like it. It brought a moan of pleasure from her chest. "OOoooooh ... darling, that feels good!"
Mike could wait no longer. God, he had to have some action. She had delayed it too long. Suddenly, he released her sensitive nipple and flopped back on the bed, his hips jerking up at her to drive his cock deeper, up into her wildly clasping cunt channel.
"Come on, Baby!" he growled. "Move that gorgeous ass! I can't wait any longer for it!"
With long, slow movements, Adam's wife began to rock above him, sliding the hungrily gripping channel of her cunt up and down on his cock, skewering herself on it, fucking herself and him with complete lack of any inhibition. She raised herself up, until only the thickly pulsing cockhead remained in the lips of her cunt, then with animal abandon dropped her hips on him to drive his thick length deep up into her wide-stretched pussy. Each time she fucked his prick up into her, her tiny throbbing clit came into contact with his hard pubic bone, generating further searing sensations in her already nerve-tingling loins.
Mike began to match her fucking, pulling his hips back slightly, then rising to meet her every slithering, downward plunge, driving his prick up into her with cruel force. Now, she was mewling above him unceasingly, her eyes glazed with ecstatic passion, her head wagging back and forth as it hung laxly from her neck, her face contorted, prettily, in the agony of her hotly building cum.
Her cunt, pounding up and down his ever expanding cock, felt just as good as it would have if she were on her back and he was fucking it into her, Mike decided. She seemed to know instinctively that he wanted it that way, and he marveled at the wildness she put into it. Then, she began to twist her hips from one side to the other, alternately twisting the shaft of his cock sensuously around in her cunt, and he could feel the head of it brushing past the neck of her cervix, as each of her vigorous strokes drove the excitedly pulsing head deep into her pussy. As he felt his cock's head ramming deep up into her, he knew that his penetration of her was the deepest it could possibly be, the position of her loins above him allowing it even more than the so-called normal position with the man being on top. Christ! He hadn't known he could get it into her that deep!
Now, above him, Karen Halstead, on fire with the ecstasy of her passion, began to move faster, driving his wonderfully hard, thick cock even deeper up into her inflamed cunt, wanting every millimeter now of its solid length and breadth, her smooth, satin-lined cunt encompassing all of him with each bone-shaking stroke. She found that, by inclining her body forward slightly, allowing her nipples to glide tantalizingly up and down his chest, it heightened her sensation even more, and she was able to move her demanding loins even more freely. She also discovered that the caressing movement of her tits on his chest was a further spur to her lover him, as he began to jerk his hips up at her with even more vigor, and she could feel the throbbing expansion of his big cock all along the hungrily devouring walls of her pussy.
"Oh, OOoohhh ... AAaaggh!" she moaned. "OOOooohh ... that feels so good, darling!"
She knew, then, that the giddy, spiraling flight to the edge of her cum was beginning, and she began to pump her softly quivering ass up and down the length of his cock, faster, faster, and at that moment, all there was in the world for her was the need to cum and to end the sweet agony of it.
Karen wasn't bothered by the reversal of roles. She didn't feel she was dominating Mike; rather, it seemed she was giving him more of herself, and, as long as he didn't mind, there was certainly nothing to worry about. Another thing, she considered, there was certainly no danger Of deflating him or injuring his self-image. There was no question of his manliness. He was quite a man! At any rate, she was too absorbed in concentrating on her own rapturous sensations arcing electrically in her quivering belly. It was marvelous to be able to move so freely, to command her own direction and set her own pace. It was sheer pleasure, and she was lost in a morass of nerve-tingling sensation-secure in the knowledge that she was giving her man equal pleasure.
Bare-assed and bareback, Adam Halstead's wife fucked down on her lover as if she were riding an unbroken, bucking horse at a rodeo, the magnificent stud that she rode taking all of his massive cock into her seething, demanding cunt with every pounding jump. She rode him, unbridled and wild, frantically fucking him for all she was worth, her hips writhing and pumping against him, rising and falling with animal energy in great grinding rotations and feeling all of his hardened length and breadth in the farthest recesses of her seething cunt. Her tits hung pendulously beneath her, jiggling provocatively against his chest, and she could feel them swell deliciously with cumming, the nipples spiking out to drag, tauntingly, over his own tinier ones. Below, her belly rubbed against the hairiness of his abdomen, which provoked even more pleasurable sensations in her.
Beneath her, as she drove her pulsating cunt up and down the rigid, thick length of his cock, Mike could only hold himself immobile, allowing her to move on him. She was almost out of control as she fucked him wildly. He couldn't match her beat any longer, so he raised his hips up, offering her all of his length, while she danced above him. Then, clenching his fists, he put them under his ass to raise his cock even higher, to give her full access to every bit of his heavily throbbing length.
On and on she rode the unbridled, bucking horse, the beautiful stud that was Mike, and it was a never ending trail, winding ever upward. Suddenly, then, she was on the precipice of a great chasm, and she urged her mount to it, spurring him mercilessly and recklessly, until they leaped out into open space. It was then she came, the great convulsive spasms surging through her body to bring the welcome release she sought.
Then, as she soared through timelessness, she screamed, "OOOoooooh ... God! It's here! I-I-I'm Cuuuuummmiiingg! AAaaaaoooimuuuggghhhh!"
Now, she floated back to reality, still fucking down on the great shaft of Mike's cock, and she collapsed on top of him. He clasped her body close, his loins still trying to move, driving into her with some desperation. He had not cum yet, and he had to cum! Christ! He just had to!
Karen, relaxed and deep in the euphoria of her own cum, became aware, gradually, of his plight. She hadn't meant for it to be like this. She had thought he was cumming, too. Instantly, she knew she could not abandon him.
"Oh, God, darling, I'm sorry! I just realized you didn't cum with me!" There was a catch in her voice. "Let me make it right."
She rolled from on top of him, squirming her body downward to kneel between his legs. The jerking shaft of his cock lanced upward, glistening with the pussy juices. She could see it throbbing with his great need, and she reached out for it, taking the trembling shaft in her hand, her ovaled lips coming down to warmly and wetly encompass its almost bursting head.
"Oh, Christ, suck it good!" Mike moaned, looking down the length of his torso to where Karen knelt over him, her mouth warm, smooth and exciting on him.
He had been frustrated only momentarily, but now as Karen slipped her mouth down over him, he felt the swirling lick of her tongue and the suction of her sucking mouth, and he knew every thing would be all right again. What a woman, he thought; she knew exactly how to satisfy him on every count. She had been sensitive to his needs and had acted to dispel his temporary disappointment immediately.
Mike thrust his loins upward, deeper into her mouth, with an involuntary jerk of his hips; then reaching down, he, entangled his fingers in her beautiful, red hair, tightly feeling the need to guide and control the rhythm of her head as she began to bob up and down the throbbing shaft of his cock with sure, even strokes, each one seeming to absorb more and more of his solid, pulsating length into her mouth and throat. With his head still raised he watched the in-and-out hollowing of her cheeks and the nibbling and sucking of her lips. Watching her seemed to make the wet sucking sensations on his prick that much more acute and exciting; at the same time, he could feel her agile tongue as it swirled, caressingly, around and around the ridge of his cock. Then, he felt her teeth, as she allowed them to graze him, lightly, moving up and down his cock, which brought even stronger erotic sensations to him.
He could see her sucking him plainly now, as he screwed his hips up into her mouth, and the erotic sight of it caused him to begin reaching higher with each plundering stroke, until she was absorbing all of his length into her mouth and down her throat. Only a little stretch of his throbbing shaft showed, white and glistening above his hairy loins and below her nose on each downward bob of her head. Her nose actually nestled down into the springy curls of his pubic hair, each time her lips came down over him.
With her eyes closed now, she slaved over him lovingly. Her tongue made a nerve-tingling lick on each outstroke, making the head of his cock throb and jerk with increasing excitement, and he could feel the beginnings of his release, far back behind the base of his cock. God! He'd have to cum pretty soon! It was building to such a tremendous power in him that he felt like an untended steam engine with a head of steam just getting ready to blow everything sky high.
Watching with salacious satisfaction, he saw that her lips were being pulled out, clingingly, around the flesh of his prick, only to be stuffed back again, on her downward, cock-absorbing stroke as he buffeted his loins up against her face.
Briefly, Mike Ruckers mind drifted to Janet. He saw her blonde beauty as she had been ten years ago, and wondered how much she had changed. There was one thing, he told himself, that he was going to change-it was her damned smugness, her certainty about the sanctity of marriage. He remembered her hints had been broad enough. She had wanted marriage first, then fucking, in that order. She had made that clear the time he had tried to fuck her on the swimming pool terrace, she had thwarted him by grabbing his cock and making him squirt his load all over her pussy hairs, everywhere, except in her cunt, where it should have been. Damn! He grinned to himself, as he saw her in his mind's eye, the first time he fucked his cock in her mouth. It was really going to be fun to watch her when he pumped his hot cum juice down her throat, and forced her to swallow it all the way down in that proud little belly of hers.
"Come on, Karen, suck it hard!" he grunted. "I'm just about ready to pop now!" His hands on her head were insistent, as they guided her with increasing speed.
Below, Adam's wife slaved over his lustfully throbbing cock, doing his bidding, one of her tiny hands going to his heavy, cum-filled balls, her fingers scratching lightly, over its drawn-up, wrinkled surface; then teasingly, she trailed a taunting finger down to the sensitive, puckered ring of his asshole. The sensation rushed like fire through him, spurring him and hastening his need to cum, and with increased vigor he drove his demanding cock deep into her throat. He moaned in sexual torment. "Oh, Christ! Suck it, baby! Suck it all out!"
Karen's beautiful naked torso crouched over him, her red hair falling down now over his naked loins, the soft, brushing sensation of it feeling sexy. and increasing his pleasure. He watched her tits, dancing hotly below, as her whole body seemed to be absorbed in her erotic task, and he could see the tiny droplets of perspiration that formed on her skin. Of one thing he was sure; Karen really put everything into it, and she always knew how to please and satisfy him.
He could feel the pressure building higher and higher. It wouldn't be long now! His near-to-bursting cock in her mouth felt like it was expanding to even greater dimensions. The acrid, burning sensation in his cock told him he was very near. God!
He felt like his cum would almost literally explode this time!
Convulsively, his loins jerked up harder yet against her face. He heard her muffled moan of protest, but he ignored it. His release was almost there. The building torture within him was almost too much. He had to cum, right now!
Then, suddenly, far back in the root of his cock, he felt everything crumble, and the racing, pumping stream of scalding juices gushed through the length of his prick with convulsive force. He gasped aloud with the ecstatic final release from the tormenting need to cum, and he gave himself over to the delicious enjoyment of it.
His cock began a wild, jerking action, expanding even more, in the confines of her mouth and throat, shooting his cum with jet-like force without warning, deep into his friend Adam's wife's insanely sucking mouth, filling her bloated cheeks with a barrage of his hot, white cum.
Above him, her cheeks swelled around the fucking shaft of his cock, as he rammed his hips up into her face with a final, muscle-tensing plunge. He drove his thickly pulsing cock a final fraction of an inch into her throat, and she was forced to swallow it, for he had pulled her head down hard against his loins, cruelly forcing her mouth to absorb him at the same instant as he thrust up at her face. He heard her throat working to swallow it all gamely; then as it was done, he heard the crooning tone in her voice, as she hummed deep in her throat, with delight.
"Keep sucking!" he gasped. He didn't want it to stop ever!
Karen knew what her girl friend's husband wanted. She kept right on sucking wildly on his pumping cock, as he continued to shoot his scalding cum deep into her mouth.
Finally, with one last, mighty groan, the dregs of his cum were emptied into her mouth, but she went on, continuing to nibble and suck gently, until every last drop of it was swallowed deep down into her belly. Then, she used her tongue to lick his deflating cockhead clean. As it returned to what she knew would be only a temporary flaccid state, she released his limp cock from her mouth and rested her head on his thigh. She sighed with contentment, secure in the knowledge that he was satisfied with her.
Mike emitted a moan of sheer pleasure and relaxed down into the soft bed, his hands going down to caress Adam's wife's beautiful face, reveling in the smooth, unblemished texture of her creamy skin and the regal beauty of her flaming red hair.
After a few moments of quiet enjoyment, she slid sinuously up his body, her lips seeking his to kiss her hard. Her tongue probed into his mouth and he could taste the warm, slightly sticky taste of himself that still remained faintly in her mouth. Finally she broke the kiss and cuddled down alongside him.
"That was really something!" he murmured. "I was so damned hot I almost exploded when I finally did cum!"
"I wanted to make it good for you, Mike, especially after you let me have my way, on top, tonight."
"MMmmmmmmmmnn," he acknowledged. "You want to sleep for a while before we try it, again?"
She snuggled up close to his body, and murmured happily. "I think that would be a wonderful idea!"