Chapter 7
Jim liked tits. He'd seen and handled quite a few during his single days, but he'd had to give up that hobby when he married Sarenna. Not that there was anything wrong with his wife's pretty boobies. They were perfectly shaped handfuls of exciting woman flesh. But he missed the variety. Getting his hands on Wendy's massive charms had renewed his interest in tits.
And Samantha had a nice set. Just the kind he'd like to get his hands on. The strawberry-curled secretary was a flirty little thing. He wondered if she was all talk and no play.
"Welcome back," she told him with a big smile when he presented himself to see her boss. "It's always refreshing to see a handsome guy like you when you work with a bunch of stuffed-shirts like I do." She grimaced for emphasis.
"What's the matter, don't they chase you around the desk enough?" he returned good-naturedly.
"Oh, they chase, all right." She winked at him. "There's just no one here I'd care to lose to."
Jim's dick twitched in his trousers. If that wasn't an invitation, he didn't know what was one. "How about lunch after my presentation?" he suggested. "I promise, I'll give you time to get into your running shoes."
She laughed, and a toss of her head sent her strawberry curls dancing. Jim wondered if her pussy hair was a matching shade.
Samantha did better than lunch. She wrangled the entire afternoon off. "Call me Sam, not Samantha," she said as she settled into his car and bent toward his cigarette lighter. "God," she said, sucking in a big breath of smoke, "that's good. They don't let you smoke at all in that building."
Jim lit a cigarette for himself. "They're just trying to save your life," he muttered as he squinted through the smoke to steer his car out onto the highway.
"Ha! They're just trying to save on the cost of their employee health insurance!"
"Still, they're trying to do you a favor."
"They can keep their favors. Let me enjoy my vices."
"Vices?" He chuckled. "You have others?"
Leaning back against the door, she shuffled out of her shoes and laid her feet across his lap. "Honey, I have all kinds of vices."
He liked the sound of that. Reaching down, he squeezed one of the small, stocking-clad feet that rested over his cock and asked her, "Where to?"
"Let's just stop by Mickey D's and get a burger to go."
"Are you sure that's all you want?"
"Honey, I want a lot more than that," she said, rubbing her heel into his lap to tease his cock. "But we have to eat something."
"And then what?"
"Holiday Inn, Ramada-take your pick. I like them both. The others around here are sleaze joints."
They had a little problem finding a room so early in the afternoon. Check-out time had just passed and the maids were still making beds and swapping towels. But a twenty-dollar tip did wonders, and they were given a room with a panoramic view of the entire valley.
"Nice view," he commented as he stared at the scenery while he munched the last of his hamburger.
"Thank God for that. It keeps the tourists coming."
"You like tourists?"
She came up behind him and pushed her head under his arm to lean against him. "Half of them are men-and a good number of them are out for a good time. We've got the swingingest night life between San Francisco and LA."
He chuckled and slipped his hand down behind her to fondle her shapely ass. "And, I take it, you like men."
"Love 'em." She wiggled out of his embrace and moved in front of him. Without her shoes, she was a good foot shorter than he was. "I'm warning you, some guys think I'm a nymphomaniac."
His eyes widened. She looked so innocent. "And are you?"
She laughed. "I've never had it checked out. If I am, I'd sure hate to be cured." Turning teasingly, she pushed back against him and wiggled her behind against the hard-on that had begun to rise in his pants.
Jim gently grasped her bare arms and bent to kiss the side of her neck. Her skin was soft and warm. His hands moved around to fondle her tits through her blouse. His fingers gently shaped and stroked the mounds. They were excitingly soft, yet firm at the same time.
"So why aren't you married?" he asked her softly. "If you like to fuck so much?"
"Because I've never met a man who can satisfy me," she replied honestly. "Not night after night after night. I wear them all out."
She wasn't bragging, he realized. Just stating a fact. He wondered if he would be able to satisfy her. She seemed enough for him. He could feel her nipples sharpen as he manipulated them through her clothing. He could imagine they were tingling.
"Mmmmm," she cooed. "You have a way with tits. You've got me tingling all over."
Leaning back against him, she brushed her bottom against him again. His prick was stiff now. The crack of ass caught it as she wiggled from side to side, and the round globes of her buttocks brushed hard against its length. It was a light stimulation, muted by the layers of clothing that separated them, but it was pleasant. He felt her belly quiver as he flattened his hand over it and he tried to pull her closer.
"Let's get your things off," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear as his fingers began unbuttoning the front of her blouse.
She shuddered. "Yes, of course." She reached down and unhooked her skirt herself.
He released her as her skirt slid down her hips and dropped to the floor. She stepped out of it, then stooped to pick it up. Wearing only her bra and pantyhose, she folded her garments and laid them carefully on a chair. Her skin looked soft and creamy, and he could clearly see the darkish vee of her pubic bush through the sheer nylon that covered her from the waist down.
Jim came up behind her again and pulled her small, scantily clad body into his arms. Her breasts felt warm now, with only her bra to shield them from his hands, and the sharp points of her nipples were vivid through the thin lace covering. He gently pinched the delicate buds while his prick pushed between her buttocks.
"I've never made love to a nympho," he whispered, kissing her neck.
She shuddered again. "Most men find it interesting... at first."
"At first?"
"They tire...after a while."
Pushing down the shoulder straps of her bra, he kissed and soothed with his tongue the red marks left in her soft flesh. "I'll outlast you," he promised her, unhooking her bra, "or I'll die trying."
His hands moved back to catch her naked breasts. Her bare skin was warm and slightly sweaty. He . squeezed the mounds, fondled them, and reached up with his fingertips to tease her nipples. His penis bulged painfully in his trousers, straining for her. He moved a hand down over her belly, only to be frustrated by the top band of her pantyhose.
"Let's get rid of these," he said, grasping the nylon and tugging it down over her hips and thighs. He dropped to his knees to strip the clinging material off her legs and her feet. Then, he kissed her naked buttocks.
Sam quivered.
His tongue fluttered over her firm ass cheeks. She tasted feminine and powdery. His tongue moved into the divide that separated her cheeks. Sweat had accumulated there, giving it a saline taste. He licked up and down the split, and her body quivered each time his tongue passed over the bud of her ass-hole.
She winced and squeezed her tits as the tremors shook her. Staring at her flushed image in the mirror, she saw the spikes of her turgid nipples poking between her fingers. And all that was visible behind her were the shoulders of the man who was kissing her ass.
"Don't you think you'd better get undressed?" she asked in a voice that was soft and dry.
He rose and stepped away from her. His face was flushed.
Turning back, she watched as he undressed. His chest was broad and lightly-haired. Nice muscles. Sinewy arms. She had met a few guys who could keep up with her, and he looked like he might be one. Fire flared in her belly as his trousers came away and she saw the big bulge in his shorts. She squeezed her tits and stared when he stripped them down, exposing first a thick mass of black pubic hair, then the thick, fleshy, hose-like length of his male organ. The thick tube of flesh had a swollen, purple head that slowly rose to a half-mast position as he stepped out of his shorts.
"Sorry," he said as he grasped his prick and gently flexed it, shaping it into a menacing sex weapon, "I don't do this regularly, so I don't carry condoms."
Without commenting, she reached for her purse and tossed him a small, foil packet.
He started to tear it open, but she stopped him.
"Don't sheath that handsome thing yet," she said, moving toward him and taking his penis in her tiny hand. Her fingers curled around the firm shaft and gently stroked it. "Let me play with it for a while, first. Okay?"
"Pleasure yourself," he grunted.
"And you too," she said with a smirk.
Dropping down to her knees before him, she gave his prick a kiss and tongued the tiny slit in the end to coax out a drop of love fluid. Her nostrils puckered as they picked up his strong male aroma.
He brushed his hand over her reddish hair as her fingers tugged down on his scrotum to bring the tip of his dick in line with her lips.
She began sucking his cock.
His thighs shook and he groaned. Her mouth was warm around his cockhead. As her lips squeezed around it, he pushed forward and gently worked its immensity into her throat. Then, her lips began sliding back and forth over the shaft, making it slick with her saliva.
When he was almost ready to fire, she eased back. "I'd love to suck you off, honey," she said, "but it's going to take everything you've got to satisfy my pussy. Let's fuck."
Although his cock was aching for release, he couldn't argue with her logic. He followed her twitching ass to the bed. She pushed him down onto his back and leaned over him. She gave his prick another kiss and teased it with her lips.
She just couldn't get enough of his cock, could she? Well, he didn't mind that. He grabbed her hips and pulled the lower part of her body over his chest. She was light and easy to move. He gazed at her pretty sex for a moment. Her pussy curls had a deep red, burgundy tinge, that was much darker than the hair on her head. They had been trimmed into a short, even patch that surrounded a dainty set of dimpled lips. Wrapping his arms around her legs, he gently pulled them apart with his fingers to expose the inner lips. Hers was less ragged than most pussies he had seen, forming a perfect, pink-hued oval that opened grudgingly to expose her glistening inner hole. Pulling her tasty-looking pussy down to his face, he pushed his prick upward between her lips.
Sam groaned when his tongue parted her labia. She was warm and syrupy inside. Knowing that he was going to have to give this little minx a lot more than he was going to get, he went directly for her clit. His hands clutched her buttocks and pulled her pussy tight against his lips. While he sucked her sex, her mouth stroked up and down on his cock.
He focused his attention on the small fleshy nubbin at the apex of her cunt opening. His tongue alternated between gently licking the clit button and pressing it back so hard against her pelvic bone that it felt like it was going to burst. Each tongue flick sent a pulse of pleasure through her, each forceful nudge of his tongue tip made her shudder with built-up tension. Heat rose from her clit to warm the length of her cunt. Flames began to lick upward over her belly. Her eyes closed as lust overwhelmed her and she let out a sharp cry. She came with an explosion that made her cunt walls clap together tightly. Waves and waves of pleasure washed over her. She sobbed as she came, great, wrenching sobs that came from deep within her while her insides convulsed. But rather than satisfy her, the orgasm left her gasping for more.
"Fuck me," she pleaded. "Please. Fuck me. Make me cum some more. Fuck me, fuck me."
Jim rolled her over. His cock was an alarming shade of red, stretched and aching. He took only a moment to tear open the condom packet and smooth the think-skinned membrane down over his prong. Then he shoved his straining erection into her vagina. His girth filled the opening and moved fully into her as he made short hunches with his ass. He breathed a sigh of relief when he felt his balls come to rest in the nest formed by the junction of her legs.
"That feels great," he breathed.
"Wonderful!" she cried.
"So warm...so tight... "
She let out a long sigh as she felt his organ stretching her vaginal walls. She liked the feel of a thick cock-liked the hot breath of a man's excitement washing over her tits and her shoulders as he struggled to fuck her.
'Tight," he said with a groan. "Pure torture... "
His balls bumped against the sensitive area that separated her cunt from her ass-hole, and his cock hairs meshed with the short, trimmed curls that circled her cunt. He wagged his hips each time he rammed into her, rotating his pole in her clinging pussy. She rocked with him, and rolled in opposition, stretching out the excitement more than either of them thought possible.
"Is it good?" he asked her.
"It's great!" she gasped.
"Do you wanna cum?"
"Yes, yes!"
Gripping her buttocks, he forced himself deep into her and ground the base of his cock against her charged clit. She felt the first warm spurt of cum as it sprayed inside her. Fireworks exploded in the back of her skull. Crying out, she bounced her spasming body against his spurting cock. Bliss overtook her mind.
It was more devastating for him. Bit by bit, it consumed his power.
They rested, then fucked again. And again.
It was dark before he finally pulled away from her, completely exhausted.
"That's it," he gasped. "I've had it. No more."
She cuddled up against him, pressing her tits against his sweat-drenched chest. "That's all right, honey, you tried."
He croaked out a response.
She chuckled, then groaned disappointedly when her fingers were no longer able to detect a trace of life between his legs.
She sat up and pushed a wet, strawberry-colored curl back from her forehead. "Maybe if we rest a while?"
"Sam!" He groaned. "Please, baby... " She just chuckled and settled with her thighs around his face. "Have a munchie, honey... "