Chapter 15
Jacqui licked her lips and appreciated the salty taste of the other woman's pussy. She rocked back and pulled the vibrator from her ass. She had drained its batteries, although her own were still sparking.
"I want more," Sandra purred like a cat. The redhead stretched on the floor, her arms high above her head. This made her tits go flat on her chest and the muscles ripple along her sides.
"My turn," said Jacqui, rolling onto her back and bringing up her knees to mash into her tits. She clung to her knees, then parted her legs wantonly to show her neighbor the blonde-rimmed snatch waiting for a woman's tongue.
"Slave driver," Sandra said, smiling. She came to her hands and knees, then froze. Turning her head, Sandra listened intently.
"What's wrong?"
"It's Ken! You've got to get all this stuff out of here. Hurry, hurry."
"But-"
"You don't understand, Jacqui," the redhead said, struggling into her own clothing. "He can't know what's going on between us."
"Why not? He looked like a cool dude. He wouldn't mind sharing you-with me."
"You don't know him," Sandra insisted. "He would go ballistic if he found me with anyone else, man or woman. He's jealous. Crazy jealous."
"I don't think you know him," Jacqui said, remembering the way the other woman's husband had eyed her. She had felt uneasy-then. Now she wasn't so sure it would bother her. If anything, she might welcome it.
The notion of the three of them, hot and horny Sandra, cool and erect Ken and her getting it on made Jacqui cream. The thick juices leaked down her legs and tickled, stirring inner passions to the point she wanted to blow off Sandra's objections and take her chances with Ken.
He couldn't be that bad.
After all, she had spied on him and Sandra getting it on hot and heavy on the kitchen table. The redhead had enjoyed every instant and every inch of that frantic lovemaking. Jacqui let out a sigh of exasperation because she had always wanted Larry to fuck her like that. He never had.
The blonde turned bitter thinking of her husband. He was out balling his mistress while she was at home with an empty pussy.
Jacqui was showing him! She was enjoying herself more than he ever could, and she was doing it with every stud she could find, and even her next door neighbor!
"Hurry, go on, get this stuff out of here," urged Sandra, handing Jacqui the box of dildos and other goodies.
"All right," she said slowly. "Should I come back later?"
"Sure, any time Ken isn't here." Sandra was so upset, Jacqui knew it was time to go. There'd be no more fine sex with her horny red-haired neighbor today.
Still, she had the box of sex toys and hadn't played with all of them yet. She left Sandra's house through the front door, seeing that Ken was going in the kitchen. A second passed, then Jacqui decided not to push the matter with Sandra. She thought the redhead was wrong about Ken. The guy had a roving eye and was always ogling her big tits.
Jacqui thrust out her chest, then sagged a little thinking of how angry Sandra might get if she did go back in.
At home, Jacqui still felt horny, but was too tired to do anything about it. She dropped the box on the floor beside her bed, stripped off her clothes and dropped naked to the bed. She rolled over and tried to sleep, but her mind refused to let her.
After an hour of tossing and turning, she heard a noise in her house. She sat up, wondering if Larry had decided to come dragging home.
"Larry, that you?"
No answer.
"Larry?"
"This isn't Larry," came a soft voice she couldn't recognize.
"Who are you?" A curious mixture of anticipation and curiosity filled her. Jacqui knew she ought to be scared out of her mind, but she wasn't. The voice-a man?-didn't seem menacing.
"I sent you the flowers, the earrings and the box for your most private moments."
"The note with the earrings," Jacqui said, "said you were as horny as I was."
"Are we going to fuck now?" came the whispered question.
"Yes! Who are you, though? I'd like to know."
"Not yet. Put this on." A rustling noise sounded as the man pawed through the box, dumping out the dildo and vibrator and other items. He moved quickly, getting behind
Jacqui before she could turn. He put a blindfold on her. "I can't see!"
"Relax and let me do.. .things."
"What sort of things?" Jacqui asked anxiously. She gasped when she found out.
A tickling started on her bare leg and moved up, drifting like cobwebs across her sensitive inner thigh. She lay back, sobbing with need. Her legs parted in promiscuous invitation. Jacqui gasped when the tickling passed over her puckered pussy lips.
"Fuck me. I need you in me!"
She was as turned on by the mystery as she was by the prospect of getting this stranger's cock in her drooling cunt.
Then she cried out. A wet wriggly tongue entered her pussy. She shivered and rolled from side to side, only to find strong hands pinning her down.
"Don't struggle. Take it. Take it all!" came the hot command.
A strong hand held her slender wrists together, imprisoning her. Then he moved his mouth from her pussy up and across her heaving belly to her huge, sensitive tits.
"Yes, I love the feel of a mouth all over my boobs. Suck on my nipples. Do it all to me!"
Light kisses teased her. A flicking tongue batted about one fleshy pebble on top of her left tit, then moved suddenly to the one on her right. She arched her back and tried to stuff her entire tit into the sucking mouth when she felt wet lips close on her nipple and then draw the entire scrumptious mound of throbbing flesh into his mouth.
Teeth ran over the delicate nubbin, then a tongue shoved it down into the marshmallowy flesh beneath it. Jacqui was being driven crazy with lust by the sexual teasing.
"I need you so. Do it. Take me. Up the ass! I want you up the ass-hole!"
"No."
The denial was like cold water thrown on her. She went rigid. "Why not? I need you fucking me up the ass-hole. Corn-hole me. Do it now!"
"No."
The denial was different now, or so it seemed to the pinned woman. It wasn't a complete refusal, but a promise-for the future. Right now he was going to do something else. But what? She couldn't see what he intended. She couldn't even see who it was doing this to her!
"Eat me," she said, changing her focus. "I love the way your tongue reams me out. Lick my snatch!"
The man moved from her boobs down to the deep valley between. He licked and kissed and finally worked lower. But he did not immediately eat her out. She squirmed on the bed, his strong hand still gripping both her slender wrists.
"What are you doing?"
"Putting on a rubber."
Then she felt a heavy body drop on top of her. Her legs parted even more as a ponderous battering ram of cock flesh banged against her cunt lips. She rolled so she could lift her knees on either side of the unseen man's body to help him get into her.
When he entered, he didn't do it all at once. The thick head of his fiery pecker pressed into her outer labia, setting her entire body on fire. She didn't know how this light touch could do it, but the sexual thrill was robbing her of the ability to speak. She was so aroused she could only whimper.
He shoved another inch into her pussy. His cock seemed bigger than most men's. Jacqui tried to remember who had fucked her with the biggest cock. One of the hockey players? Was it one of them? She couldn't be sure.
"So nice all around me. You're one tight bitch," he said, thrusting another inch into her clinging interior.
"Then fuck me like a bitch in heat. Take me up the ass!" she pleaded.
"Not yet. Later." He shoved another inch into her snatch. The lubricating oils leaking around his cock turned her blonde pussy fur damp and matted it down to her pubic mound.
She groaned with need. She had to have him entirely in her. She arched her back and kicked out with her curled legs. This scooted her down on the bed and slammed him all the way into her twat.
"Yes!" she shrieked.
"I want to fuck you," he said. "Now."
"Do it, take me, give me all your wonderful pecker. Make me burn inside when you fuck me!" she cried.
He began sliding in and out, back and forth with powerful hip movement. Jacqui tossed her head from side to side, blonde hair flying. While he fucked her, he kept her arms pinned above her head. With the blindfold in place and her hands imprisoned, she felt trapped-and freer than she ever had before.
All strain was lifted from her. She could do nothing but enjoy the feel of his dick. She was helpless. She was a prisoner. She was free to let loose the inhibitions that had troubled her for so long.
Even though her husband was cheating on her, Jacqui had felt guilty about cheating on him. Now, all that was gone. She couldn't stop this unknown, powerful, wonderful lover. He crammed his fuck stick into her, and she could not stop him.
She didn't want to stop him!
"Do it, yes, yes, fuck me," Jacqui cried over and over. "I'm getting off on this. My pussy, oh, my pussy!"
"So tight. You're crushing me with your inner muscles. Never felt a woman so tight. And with such big tits. You're wonderful, you feel wonderful all around my pecker."
He moved faster and faster. His cock slid with more authority, more speed, more power. He drove deep into the wanton, willing blonde's cunt until Jacqui thought she was going to fly into pieces.
She panted, gasped with released passion and tried to tell him how she loved what he was doing. The words tangled in her throat. Never quite sure when, Jacqui realized the man had released her hands. She reached out and stroked over his back. Broad, muscled, exciting. She felt the way he strained with passion as he fucked her.
She felt it deep inside. His cock raced against her cunt walls and the carnal fiction lit a fuse that burned throughout her cunt, up into her belly and tits and neck and brain. She came. Hard.
"I need more!" she cried.
"I'm finally ready," he said. She cried in surprise when his erection escaped from the tight damp clutches of her cunt.
She reached up and pulled off the blindfold. Jacqui blinked, not believing what she saw.
"Ken!"
Sandra's husband smiled. "You figured out who your secret admirer was."
"But I don't understand. Sandra said you."
"Sandra doesn't know anything. She's hung up and won't try anything new. I want to get some action back into our marriage, and she resists."
Jacqui started to tell him about how she and his red-haired wife had gotten it on, then stopped. Sandra wasn't going to share her with Ken-and now Ken didn't want to share Jacqui with his wife.
"Turn over. I want to fuck you up that fine ass of yours."
And Jacqui wasn't going to rock the boat. She could have both of them and never tell the other. If Sandra wanted to engage in lesbian lovemaking on the sly, that was fine. And if Ken wanted to cheat on his wife, that was great with Jacqui, too.
As long as she got every inch of that sweet cock up her ass-hole!
"Fuck me good," she warned, rolling over on the bed and getting onto hands and knees. She waggled her curvy butt in his direction, but she didn't have to entice him. He was already in position. And then his cock surged up her ass-hole, filling her to overflowing.
He fucked her hard and fast and Jacqui was never happier about cheating on her husband!