Chapter 5
Shortly before quitting time, Paul's boss buzzed him on the intercom.
"My wife needs a ride home from the country club, Paul. Would you mind? I wouldn't ask you, but I'm going to work late."
"No problem, sir," Paul said.
Never hurt to score a few brownie points. He'd heard rumors about Sheila. She pulled this trick two or three times a week, always asking for a different man. And her husband always obliged her. He didn't know about her extracurricular activities, or he didn't care.
Paul cleared his desk and called Rachel. "I've got to work late, honey," he said. "A special project for the boss."
"Should I hold dinner?" she asked.
"Better not. I don't know how late I'll be. I'll eat something on the way home."
"Okay," Rachel said glumly. "I'll see you when I see you."
"Don't wait up. I'll give you a good night kiss when I get home."
Sheila was waiting for him at the door of the country club. As she walked to the car, she opened the top three buttons of her blouse. She wanted him to see that a woman looking back at forty could still sport a figure that would turn a young man's eyes and arouse his carnal instincts.
Paul rushed around the car and held the door for her. She slid in, flashing her legs nearly to the crotch without making it seem that she did it deliberately. He ogled her shapely legs openly. He figured she was ten or twelve years older than his thirty years. She looked pretty damn good, whatever her age.
Sheila dug in her handbag for a cigarette. "I couldn't wait to escape from that place, Paul," she sighed. "Thank you for coming to my rescue. I hope I didn't inconvenience you too much."
"Not at all," he replied. "Have to keep the boss happy."
He pulled the lighter out of the dash and held it for her. She rested the tips of her fingers on his wrist and he could almost feel the vibrations of her interest. He was tempted to reach over and grab her sassy tits. Just to see if they were real, or the handiwork of some plastic surgeon. She pursed her lush lips and expanded her full chest as she dragged on the cigarette. His desire increased. He didn't dare touch. The last thing he needed was the boss's wife screaming that he tried to take unwelcome liberties with her.
"Where to, Mrs. Wagner?"
She gave him a small smile and wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. "Don't be so damn formal, Paul. I might look old enough to be your mother, but I'm not."
He smiled and said, "You don't look nearly that old."
"Then call me Sheila."
"Okay, Sheila. You want to go home?"
"God, no! I've got to iron the kinks out of my . nerves from gabbing with those hens at the club. I need a drink."
"You want a stiff one?" he said. The comment came out with unintended suggestive overtones.
"Yes, a very big, very long one," she said with a throaty laugh.
The sexy sound made him shiver inwardly. He realized that she had put a decided sexual twist on the conversation. Maybe he was going to get lucky after all. He could do a hell of a lot worse. He bet she wasn't passive in sex, like Rachel. "Are we talking about your drink?" he said innocently.
"You tell me what we're talking about," she purred.
She put her hand lightly on his upper arm. He looked at her. She looked at him. He understood that she expected him to make the first move. In fact, she demanded it. He supposed she didn't want to take the chance of being turned down by a younger man and getting her ego bruised.
"I don't know about you, Sheila," he ventured in a low, husky voice. "But I'm as horny as a billy goat."
She grinned, put her hand on his thigh and squeezed. "That makes two of us, honey. I thought you would never get around to admitting it."
He put his hand over hers and gave it a meaningful squeeze. "So, what do we do now? I mean, you are the boss's wife and I'm married."
Sheila knew exactly what to do. She didn't pull this little trick with a different young man two or three times a week for nothing.
"Hang a right at the next corner and stop at the liquor store in the middle of the block. I'll buy us a bottle of the best sipping whiskey in the place. Then we're going to a nice little motel that always has the red carpet out for folks like us."
"What kind of folks are we, Sheila?"
"Fun loving," she laughed. "You're going to fuck the hell out of a pussy that's a little older than you're used to, but still has a lot of life left in it!" Her chest swelled with pride. "In fact, I've been told more than once that it's a real snapper."
He chuckled and felt his prick throb. Her bawdy words told him all he needed to know. "You look plenty good to me, Sheila. But I just hope to hell you know how to keep quiet. I need my job."
"If you're talking about Vince, don't fret. He doesn't ask, and I don't tell."
He stopped in front of the liquor store and she gave him the money to buy a bottle of top quality sour mash. She gave him directions to the motel, like a navigator of naughtiness.
The individual units of the motel were set well back from the street. A small garage was attached to each unit. The motel was obviously a trysting place for the rich. And Sheila Wagner was certainly rich. A lovely young woman with a ready smile presided over the front desk. Paul paid with money Sheila gave him, smiling wryly when he found that it was the exact amount required. When he got back to the car, she had already opened the bottle and had taken a couple of inhibition-killing belts.
She grinned and handed him the bottle. "Have some. It will put hair on your balls and fire in your eyes."
He smiled as he took a swig of the whiskey. "Is that how you like your studs?" he asked as he handed the bottle back to her.
"I like them willing to do anything to satisfy a maiden in distress," she said huskily.
"That's me, baby," he replied with a wink.
"That's exactly what I was counting on, hero. I need a lot of loving. And some of it might get kind of kinky."
"Kinky is my middle name," he muttered, wondering if he was in over his head. "You want ice for the whiskey?"
"Wimps take ice," she said firmly.
He escorted her into the room, closed the blinds and double-locked the door. She began to unbutton her blouse as she poured herself a hearty shot of whiskey in a plastic motel glass.
"Well, an ambidextrous woman," he said with a big grin.
"You don't know the half of it, honey. I can do things with my hands you wouldn't believe. Get your cute ass naked and let's get down to the nitty-gritty, honey. I only do quickies with my clothes on, and this isn't going to be a quickie. This pussy is hot to trot!"
In the sex-haunted motel room, her brazen language was as potent as Spanish Fly. He was more than a little curious about her body. He had never made it with a woman her age. She took off her blouse and he looked at her naked tits. They were bigger than Rachel's large mounds. Long nipples protruded from thick areolae. To his delight, they didn't sag.
She caught him looking and grinned. "Exercise, honey," she said. "Less painful and a hell of a lot better than letting some sawbones tighten the muscles or stuff them full of silicon."
She dropped her skirt and peeled her panties down her shapely legs. She bent over to take them off and her tits dangled intriguingly, swaying and bumping together the way Rachel's did. He stared at the heavy mounds and licked his lips. A sly smile played around her sensuous mouth as she straightened up and posed provocatively.
A forest of luxuriant, dark hair covered her mound, so dense he couldn't see her gash. She cut her eyes at him and teased him by opening her thighs just enough for him to see the thick lips peeking through the hair. The idea of his tongue fighting through that mass of curls made his blood race. She crawled onto the bed and knocked down the rest of her whiskey.
He pushed his shorts and pants down together. His cock leaped up like a coil spring. It stuck straight out from his loins, as stiff as though he hadn't fucked in months. She measured his dick with an expert eye. The bright pink spots on her cheeks signaled her pleasure with what she'd caught in her net.
"God, Rachel must purr all day just thinking about that whopper," she breathed. She grasped his jutting prick and played a little squeezing game until the crown became a helmet of rigid flesh. "Wonder why I waited so long to get you in a compromising position. You ought to have been first in line."
"Let's fuck," he said softly.
She grinned and licked her lips. "That's why we're here, honey. I need it at least three or four times. You up to that?"
"I'll willing to die trying," he replied. Getting a woman who openly stated what she wanted overjoyed him.
"We'll take turns naming the positions." She was lying. She intended to control everything. "I go first."
"Okay. How do you want it, on the ceiling?"
"Not a bad idea. Maybe we'll try that later. We'll start with my favorite, doggie-style." She rolled over and got up on all fours. The heavy, shapely cheeks of her ass looked like half-moons shining at him. A fuck of dark hair ran down the deep crevice and into her crotch.
"Magnificent," he said huskily.
She turned to look at him over her shoulder, her face flushed with lust. She shook her ass at him impatiently. "You can talk about it all you want, honey, as long as you mount my ass and fuck it into the mattress."
Her cheeky challenge thrilled him. He spread her the cheeks of her ass and stared at her well-reamed asshole. "You've had it up the ass a lot, haven't you?" he muttered.
"Probably more times than you've fucked, honey," she laughed. "My asshole is on the bottom of the list, honey. If you have anything left after you give me all I want, you can fuck me there."
Somehow, he doubted that tonight he would go where so many men had gone before. He slid his hands down and spread the whiskery lips of her pussy. Her hot, soggy passion pit swallowed his cock with ease. He lodged the head of his prick deep inside her, as deep as any man had ever gone.
He reached around her hips and caught her clit between two fingers. He began to fuck her determinedly as he squeezed and massaged the sensitive nub until he had her sobbing and moaning with lust.
She began to moan with lust and rocked her ass back at him. "Oh, fuck, honey!" she cried. "Fuck me! Fuck me good!"
He continued to agitate her joy buzzer as he fucked her with long, slow strokes. He intended to give her everything she wanted, even if it took all night. After five minutes of robust pumping, he felt a distinct shift of her sexual gears. She seemed to go crazy with pleasure. He began to screw her harder and faster, making the bed creak and groan.
She raised up, put her palms flat against the wall and braced herself so she could force her ass back hard at him on every thrust. She could never get enough of being fucked this way. Her husband seldom stuffed her greedy cunt from the rear. Nearly every time he mounted her ass, he wound up in her asshole. Her tongue hung out in pure bliss.
"Ride me, honey!" she groaned. "Ride my ass hard!"
He could feel his hard rod pulling her fat cunt lips back like flanges of wet liver on each backward stroke. The head of his cock banged into the mouth of her hungry probe on each following thrust. Sweat began to run down the crack of his ass. She had already cum at least a half-dozen times, and he was nowhere near a climax. He seemed to have an eternal hard-on. He closed his eyes and imagined himself going down a long line of hot cunts, screwing each one until juice poured out of their scarlet lips like melted butter.
He wondered if he could coax Sheila into giving Rachel lessons in being assertive. On the other hand, his wife was such a good fuck that he might end up sticking his cock in her melting honey pot and shooting like a cheap pistol if she became as assertive as he wished. He was willing to take the chance.
Sheila's cunt rippled and twitched and clenched like a velvet-covered fist as she came again and again. She began to spasm harder as the strongest orgasm yet washed over her. Her hot cunt liquor poured over his slapping balls. The slurping of his rapidly pistoning prick joined her mixed chorus of groans and moans.
CHAPTER SEX
Sheila pushed Paul back and twisted around to face him. "Now that we've taken the pressure off, we can progress to bigger and better things."
"What the hell do you mean, bigger and better?" he said, slightly petulant.
"Calm down, honey. I didn't mean your tally whacker, or the way you fucked me. You're doing just fine. Just don't peter out on me now."
She pushed him onto his back and knelt by his hip with her belly sucked up and her massive, thick-nippled tits dangling. She took his stiff, sticky cock in her hand and guided the head into her mouth. He grunted from the fierce pleasure of her warm, wet mouth circling his bulbous knob. His balls felt as big as walnuts. He couldn't think of a better way to cool his prick than to stick it in a moist, loving mouth.
She wet the head of his cock with saliva, then rubbed it over her lips. She let the knobby head slide back into her mouth and sucked deeply. He sighed as her clever mouth sent waves of excitement racing through him. Periodically, she took his dick out of her mouth and licked it. She ran her tongue up and down the length of his shaft, slurping up her own cunt juice and leaving a trail of saliva.
He enjoyed her cocksucking for a while, then tried to push her onto her back. "I've got to fuck you," he said.
She turned and straddled his hips. "You'll fuck me when I tell you to, honey," she said sternly. She pinned him with her strong legs and slid up his body. Her furry box zeroed in on his mouth and he realized what she was going to do.
"I suck pussy before I fuck it, not after," he growled. He tried to turn away from her crotch. His head hit her thigh and stopped.
"Then it's time you started," she hissed. "I sucked your cock. Now you can suck my pussy."
She stuck both hands in her crotch and spread her pussy lips wide apart. She lowered her ass and buried his mouth and nose in the heavy folds of her sopping snatch. She covered his mouth with her weeping hole and mashed her clit on the tip of his nose.
"Put your tongue in my hole," she demanded. "Taste my sweet cunt. Get a mouthful of my juice. Drink it." She wiggled her heavy ass around, smearing juice over his face. "Stick out your tongue."
Her high-handed manner intimidated him. He stuck out his tongue and pushed it into her bubbling honey pot. She wiggled and jiggled happily. He began to stab his tongue in and out, like a slender cock fucking her hairy twat.
"That's the way, honey," she breathed. "Fuck me with your tongue. Make my cunt feel good."
The musky bouquet of her stimulated snatch soaked into his brain and intoxicated him. She continued to wiggle her hips as he tongued her, smearing her juice all over his face. The thick lips of her cunt quivered around his tongue as he dipped it into the core of her sex again and again.
She turned around on top of his face and knelt over his head. His rock-hard prick stood up from the thick hair in his groin like a flagpole in a patch of brown grass. She collared his prick with her mouth without using her hands. His tongue slid up her wet slit and swiped across her love button.
She lifted her head and said, "Lick my clit, honey. Make me cum again while I suck you off."
She sucked his cock back into her mouth and pressed the pulsing knob rub against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. His excited tonguing of her pussy sent fire through her nerves and she nearly lost her concentration. Her toes curled and uncurled reflexively as his tongue got to her. She sucked his cock deep into her throat.
His swollen cock throbbed and ached with glorious, nerve-wracking sensations. He knew he would soon fill this wild woman's mouth with his hot juice. He tried to hold back, tried to make the delicious sensations last longer. He couldn't resist her fabulous, hot mouth and lively tongue. He had never felt anything so incredible.
He threw his hips up with a fierce lunge and his cock erupted. Spurts of scalding sperm shot into her zealous, sucking mouth. He felt her pause for a moment, then she began to suck even harder. She not only siphoned the juice from his rod, she pulled the head deeper into her throat.
When she felt the first spurt of cum in the back of her throat, she squirmed her cunt briskly and scrubbed her clit on his tongue. Her own orgasm started moments after his. She would have screamed her pleasure, but her mouth was too full. She focused her full attention on the waves of pleasure washing over her. She loved to cum.
She drained the last drop of cum from his cock as her orgasm ebbed. She rolled over onto her back, breathing deeply, slight shudders running through her body. She wrapped her long fingers around the half-hard shaft. "I want this thing fully hard again," she purred. "How long will it take?"
"Not very long if you keep that up."
"Good." She began to jerk his prick harder and faster, pumping it up quickly. "Do you like to get top-fucked?"
"Baby, I like it any way I can get it," he laughed.
She chuckled sexily and climbed over him. "You're a man after my own heart, honey." She fit the thick, crimson bulb between the lips of her cunt and began to sit down slowly. "I want it all the way in," she hissed. "All the way to your balls, honey! Then I'm going to fuck your brains out!"
The bloated knob on the end of his joy stick nosed between the drizzling lips of her slit. She snapped her ass down and fed his rod into her snatch in one gulp. His cock slid in easily, disappearing into her magic box right before his eyes. He lay still and stared at her crotch as the hot maw of her quim swallowed him whole.
"It might take me a while to cum," he said. "You sucked the life right out of me."
"I know how well I suck cock, honey. I also know how well I fuck, so enjoy my cunt. If you cum, fine. I'll cum, that I can guarantee. I like to feel cum squirt in me, but it isn't necessary. Now, stop talking unless you're going to talk dirty to me. I want to concentrate of riding your cock."
"You're the one doing all the talking," he muttered. "You make it sound like I'm not even here, like all you're interested in is my cock."
"You got that right, honey! Your cock is the only thing doing anything important right now. If you have to use your mouth for something, suck my tits."
Her big tits dangled in front of his face, jiggling and bumping together as she humped her ass up and down. She jerked her cunt to the tip of his cock, then sank back down slowly, burying his shaft all the way up her sex sheath. She braced herself with her hands on his chest, closed her eyes, and savored the sensation of his stiff sword stuffing her hot hole. Her big nipples pointed down at him, fat and bloated with lust. The hairy oval of her cunt clenched his cock as she rode him.
He took her advice and began to nibble, lick and suck the plump tips of her tits. He felt the active muscles in her love tunnel ripple around his prong, like soft lips sucking his cock.
She spasmed hard and began to buck faster. Her climax came in thundering waves and swept over her. Her pussy clutched at his prick as if trying to milk it. Her juice poured out and soaked his groin.
He twisted his hips and followed her gyrating cunt to keep his cock buried in her. To his great surprise, he felt another orgasm stirring in his loins. Afraid she would get off before he got off, he grabbed her hips and tried to hold her steady as he lunged into her cunt.
She wasn't about to let him slow her down. Lost in the throes of her own orgasm, absorbed by her own bliss, she continued to buck and heave. She threw her head back. The muscles in her neck stood out. Her mouth hung open. She uttered inane gibberish in a keening wail as she fucked herself to an even higher plateau. A flood of cunt juice poured out, trickled down his cock, over his balls, and into the crack of his ass.
He pumped into her with all his might, striving for his own orgasm. Then it arrived like a thundering herd of wild horses. He continued to lunge into her hard, squirting hot sperm into her cunt, giving her as good as he got.
She sobbed raggedly as his hot cream splashed into her hole, thick and gooey, increasing her own pleasure. She could feel his cock throbbing in the very bottom of her cunt. She reached around behind her ass, grabbed his nuts, and squeezed them. They felt large and hot and hairy between her nimble fingers.
When her orgasm finally played itself out and she felt satisfied, at least for the moment, she rolled off him and lay spread-eagle on the bed.
"Ahhh, that was good, honey," she sighed. "God, I love to fuck! There's just nothing in the world like a good cum. Feel my pussy. It's still hot."
He put his hand on her cunt. "Yeah, and it's wet, too! Real soupy."
"That's the way a well-fucked pussy should feel," she said with a pleased chuckled. "Kiss it. Lick my clit. I just might be able to cum again."
"Goddam, Sheila, we've just.. .I've just.. . "
"So? There's nothing in there that will hurt you, even if you do get some in your mouth. Kiss my pussy and lick my clit. It's still tingling." She put her hand behind his head and pulled it down to her crotch. "Either you lick my clit and make me cum at least once more, or you'll find yourself in hot water, honey."
The threat worked. He stuck his head between her open thighs and began to work on her clit with his stiff tongue. Her aggressiveness stirred something in him. He liked it when a woman told him what to do.
"After you get me off with your tongue, you can fuck my asshole. You've never had your cock in a better ass than mine, honey. You're going to love it."
He increased the lustiness of his pussy lapping. His mind whirled with thoughts of what the rest of the night would be like. He wondered if he would be able to even crawl when this wanton, insatiable woman got through with him. He hoped Rachel didn't wait up for him.