Chapter 7
It was Wednesday, and Claudia was climbing the walls. God, she needed a good screwing. Bill had fucked her once since the weekend party. But, for some reason, her own husband never seemed enough these days.
Oh, Bill was probably as good a lover as he had always been. The problem was hers, not his. She was six years older than him, and as she aged, her urges intensified rather than eased. Nowadays, it took a sturdy young cock-and lots of it-to keep her appeased.
"Sheena called," she told her husband across the dinner table.
He grunted without looking up. "Asked me to remind you it was Wednesday." "Wednesday?" He turned her a nervous smile and picked the fork back up that had dropped onto his plate.
"Now, don't try to get out of it. You promised her-"
"But, honey, I was drunk-" "That's no excuse. The poor woman needs your help."
"You.. .you don't mind?"
"What can I say?" Claudia sighed. "She doesn't have a husband. I hate sharing you, darling, but it's the least I can do for a friend."
"Why, that's mighty generous of you," Bill said with a surprised look.
"Besides, it's only being a good citizen. There's no telling how much water her leaky taps are wasting-and conservation is everybody's business."
"Leaky taps? Oh, yes-"
"And I want you to take your time and give her plumbing a thorough going-over."
Bill grinned. "Sure, honey, I'll check out her pipes from one end to the other."
Her husband was such a joker that Claudia had to laugh. He had a proud strut as he walked out the door with his toolbox under his arm. She didn't envy Sheena. The poor woman was in for a lot of banging and pounding while her husband flaunted his ability with his tools.
Her own heart began to pound a furious beat as she watched Bill drive off. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she dialed the phone, and she almost swooned at the youthful sound of the masculine voice that answered.
"Neil? This is Claudia-remember, the lady you delivered groceries to this morning?"
There was a pause, then a chuckle. "Oh, yeah. The pretty one."
"The sexy one, I think you said," she cooed in a hot, sultry voice, "along with a few other nasty things."
"Yeah."
"Promises, actually. Nasty, filthy promises." "Yeah. So what's up.. .hot stuff?" Claudia chuckled. "I hope you are." "Is you husband gone?" the young man asked cautiously. "All evening." "Hey! All right.. . "
"I'll leave the door unlocked. I'll be in the shower-naked. I hope you don't mind."
"Naw, babe. I'll bring my own bar of soap."
Goose bumps broke out on Claudia's body. She almost had an orgasm, thinking about the possibilities as she hung up the phone. Then she made one more call.
"Sheena, darling, can I ask you a favor?"
"Why, certainly, Claudia."
"Can I trust your discretion?"
"Claudia! You know me."
"Do you suppose you could keep my husband occupied most of the evening? I'm going to be tied up for a while, and.. .well-"
"Why, Claudia!"
"Now, don't get that holier-than-thou attitude! Surely you've given into your urges before."
"I'm no saint," Sheena admitted, her gloating smile inflicting her voice. "I'd be happy to help out."
"Perhaps you could watch some videos. Bill loves that Don Knotts thing you have."
"How about if I keep him overnight?" Sheena offered softly.
Overnight? The older woman's pussy dampened at the thought. An entire evening in bed with that handsome young stud! "Sheena, darling, could you?"
A thrill went through Sheena as she walked to the door. She was wearing a sheer kimono robe. Her naked, white-fleshed figure was clearly visible under the black mesh. It was a bold outfit that left no doubt about her intentions.
Bill's jaw went slack, and he stood in the doorway gaping. "God, Sheena! You look sexy enough to eat!"
"Or to fuck?"
"Or whatever."
Sheena chuckled. "Good! I hope we can get around to all three."
"Wh-where do you want me to put my tools?"
"Right there on the floor, sweetie, along with your clothes. I'll pour us a drink while you get naked."
"Beer is fine for me," he said, already tossing his shirt aside.
She pulled her gaze away from him and moved over to the bar at one end of the room. She opened a beer for him and poured a glass of white wine for herself. Turning, she handed the naked man his drink.
"I like your cock," she said, boldly eyeing his hanging prick over the rim of her glass. The long, meaty shaft draped languidly over a fat pair of balls, their double bulge prominent.
"Really?"
"Really," she replied, resisting the urge to reach out and touch it.
"Let me see your pussy."
Sheena took a healthy gulp of her wine and slipped off her sheer covering. Naked, she sat on a stool and spread her legs, boldly presenting a lewd view. She touched her pussy and shivered. "Is this good enough for you?" she said with a mischievous smile.
"It's great!" His eyes bugged as he watched the tip of her middle finger run up and down her slit.
"Is it as nice as Claudia's?" she coaxed. "God! Claudia's scrawny pussy is no comparison!" "Hmmmm."
He began stroking his cock with his hand.
"Come here, honey." Crooking a finger to beckon him closer, she set her glass aside and let him move between her knees.
She reached down for his cock. It was warm and velvety and supple in her hand. She felt it respond to her touch with a surge of energy.
Spreading her pussy lips with the fingers of her free hand, she rubbed the fleshy head of his organ across her split.
"Hmmmm, that feels good," she purred as she teased her clit with the cunt-juice-slick head of his cock. "Can you feel that? Can you feel how wet it makes my pussy?"
"I can feel it better this way," he said, slipping two fingers into her cunt.
Sheena shivered and moaned.
"God! You're flaming inside." He pulled his fingers back out, gleaming with her juices, and waved them before her face.
Her nostrils puckered at the pungent aroma, and she caught them and pulled them to her lips. "Mmmmm," she murmured, licking his fingers clean. "You're right, sweetie. I'm hot enough to explode. I want to cum. Right now."
Bill looked down at his cock. "Well, we're going to have to wait until we can use this thing," he said. "But I know something almost as good."
He grinned and got down in front of her.
"Oh, yes," she crooned.
Her pulse atwitter, she spread her legs wide and pushed her butt to the edge of the stool. As his face moved into her crotch, she lifted her legs and rested them over his shoulders.
Bill's hand got a tight grip on the cheeks of her ass and pulled her even closer. His tongue slowly spread her cunt lips and wiggled into her tight hole.
A tremor shook Sheena. She ran her fingers into his hair and held his head in place. Silken curls of cunt hair closed around his mouth and teased his cheeks. Bill's nose bumped and rubbed against her clit as his tongue moved snake-like through her sensitive folds.
"Just take it easy, honey," she whispered. "There's no hurry-no hurry at all."
He tried to heed her words-tried to slow the frantic pace of his tongue as it ravaged her hot gash. But the flavor of her was too powerful; the taste of her sex too overwhelming. He stole her juices, gradually replacing them with his own saliva.
Her clit was throbbing, and a buzzing sensation began to build in her cunt as his tongue slobbered over the rigid, penis-like extension of raw nerve endings. Her insides were rapidly turning to fire. Liquid, molten fire.
Sheena's hips lifted from the seat and began to weave against his face. Lustful excitement warmed her body. Each tongue stroke against her clitoris sent a greater ecstasy coursing through her.
Her ass cheeks clenched as her orgasm neared. Her teeth began to chatter, and she pressed his head even tighter to her quivering cunt.
"Oh, Bill!" She groaned, and her eyes rolled heavenward.
Suddenly, her muscles tensed, and then they relaxed again, giving her a sweet release. Her thighs trembled while gentle pulses of pure pleasure washed her cunt, spraying her with her own hot juices, juices that bubbled forth as a treat for her lover's busy lips. It went on and on, a breathtaking series of paroxysms that faded into a single, mind-boggling sensation.
With her heart pounding furiously, for a moment she thought she was going to die and be transported directly to heaven. But still her lover's lips drove her on, and a second climax shook her, blending smoothly with the fading pulses of the first.
And then, it all ended. Despite the intensity of the pleasure, its passing left her with an emptiness inside. And a hunger even greater than before.
"I want you to fuck me," she told him in a throaty voice. "Now."
Bill grunted and stood up. He pushed her legs back against her breasts as they slid from his shoulders. Doubled up with her body pressed together in a sexy sandwich, only the points of her ass cheeks supported her on the barstool.
He kissed her, and she tasted herself on his lips while she felt the long, hot shaft of his cock press against her belly. She reached down and positioned it. He slid easily into her. Holding her breath, she thrilled as the stout staff penetrated her fully.
Held firmly in place with his cock pinioned in her cunt, Sheena pulled her legs down and hooked them around his waist. He took advantage of the position, gripping her tits while she clung to his shoulders. Her nipples had blossomed into huge, pink rosettes that throbbed as his thumbs rubbed them roughly.
"Dammit! I'm all worked up," he said. "I don't think this first one is going to last too long."
"Try, honey," she said. 'Try."
Bill bit his lip, fighting for self-control as he pumped slowly into her pussy. The long shaft slipped through her clinging tissues as easily as if they had been a gob of melted butter. With her juices running down from her gaping slit, making the vinyl-covered seat wet and slippery, the stool became a precarious perch, and she had to cling tightly to him with her arms and her legs.
A musky odor rose from the heated friction of their genitals. It was a sexy aroma, unmistakably the smell of fucking. It blended with the sounds and the sensations from their union, raising her excitement. And her expectations.
Her cunt muscles flexed around his shaft. Her legs tightened and relaxed, working smoothly with him while his cunt skimmed in and out of her pussy.
Bill had a fine cock. It was long, and thick enough to stretch her pussy. She couldn't imagine why Claudia would need to look elsewhere for her sexual pleasure.
"Do you like my pussy?" she wheedled.
"Yeah, baby. It's the greatest."
"Would you trade it for Claudia's?"
"That's what I'm doing, ain't I?" Bill started stroking a little faster. "She won't be getting any from me tonight."
"No," said Sheena, "not tonight. Not from you."
For some reason, Sheena's statement excited Bill even more. His stroke lengthened, driving his cock against the mouth of her womb. She could tell from his frantic pace that his climax wasn't far off.
"Dammit, baby! You've got a great cunt!. . .a great cunt and-shit! I'm gonna cum, baby! I've gotta cum!"
"Cum, darling," she cooed, curling two fingers into the top of her split to touch her clit. She worked it slowly, bringing her arousal up to the same feverish pitch as his. "Cum.. . "
"Yes, yes, yes," he wheezed. "I'm gonna cum."
Her love button felt as big as an apricot between her fingertips, and it was almost too sensitive to touch. But her fingers played gently, in sharp contrast to the plunging organ that worked rapidly in and out of the hot hole below, bringing her excitement to a sweet peak.
"Go ahead, Bill! Fuck me good! Cum in me-I'm waiting. Fill me with your cum! Fill me!"
Sheena's voice was no longer her own-her demands, the cries of a wanton woman. A power stronger than her inhibitions took control of her body, and her legs gripped his waist tightly while her ass thrashed against the stool.
Bill held onto her hips and stared at his cock as it slid in and out of her clinging sex tube. Her big tits bounced and swayed, the sight stimulating, driving him to a frenzied pace.
"Cum!" she shouted. The legs around his waist scissored tighter, pulling him even closer. "Cum, Bill! Cum!"
"I'm cumming!" he yelled, his contorted face a mask of emotion.
His strokes shortened, pounding her pussy vigorously.
And then his cock swelled, and there was a sudden explosion inside her. Cum began spreading through her hot tissues, oozing around the shaft that speared her tight sheath.
A giant shudder rocked Sheena's body. She squealed, thrilling as her cunt began to vibrate around the spouting cock. The winds of orgasm tore through her tense flesh like a hurricane.
She rode him hard, trying to pull his cock, balls and all, fully into the maelstrom that burned deep in her belly. Harder and harder they fucked; stronger and stronger they came.
Until she had exhausted him-drained him mercilessly, stealing every drop of his precious cum. Only then-only after his cock had shrunken to a useless stub-did she allow her body to sag.
They clutched each other tightly for a long moment, their bodies cooling while they regained their breath.
Finally, Sheena slid from the stool. She dropped to her knees, scooped his cock up in her hand, then licked it clean. Straightening back up, she stretched her body against his to give him an open-mouthed kiss that shared the flavor of their union.
"You are a magnificent fucker, Bill," she whispered around the thick tongue in her mouth. "You truly are."
Across town, the man's wife was just coming down from her third climax of the evening. And still the stout young cock kept pumping her loins.
And the end was nowhere in sight! She had all night long to enjoy this healthy young stud. A grin stole across her features as she heard the young man's breath sharpen and felt his muscles shudder.
Oh, Lordy! Here we go again!
Poor Sheena. The woman felt a sudden solicitude for the friend who was keeping her husband occupied while she enjoyed an evening of forbidden lust.
They were probably watching movies all night long. Don Knotts, and who knows what else. Poor Sheena.
"Oh, baby!" she suddenly shouted as her charged clit burst with excitement and a thrill rocked her cunt.
Creamy white cum began flooding her loins.
Oh, yes, she thought. Lucky, lucky me. And poor, poor Sheena.