Chapter 2
Clifford didn't at all mind traveling for his company. He got away from his nagging wife for days at a time, and he got to meet some really hot women. like the one he picked up in the road-house.
When he was home, Donna nagged him to go shopping with her. Which usually took her all day, even when she knew what she wanted and where to find it. She couldn't resist the urge to window shop and try on dozens of things she had no intention of buying.
Her incessant shopping was only one of the things that caused friction between them. He made good money and didn't care how she spent it, within reason, but he hated the aimless wandering in malls, shopping until he dropped, only to take home one small bag of stuff. Decide what you want, get it, then get on to more important things was his motto.
In his case, more important things usually meant sex. Not so with Donna. After a day of shopping, she begged off with the excuse that she was too tired to enjoy sex. Hell, she didn't enjoy it when she was well rested!
He tore apart the six pack he brought from the roadhouse, popped the top on a can and sat on the side of the bed.
"Is that beer cold?"
Carole's throaty voice made his skin tingle and his cock twitch. "Yeah, sort of," he replied.
"Want to share it with me? I could use something cold to drink. I'm burning up."
He looked at her and blinked twice. She had undressed and was standing in right in front of him. He stared at the breathtaking bundle of naked female flesh. Her huge tits looked like small, twin mountains standing up from her chest. Deep brown, dollar-sized circles of smooth flesh surrounded her thick nipples. His mouth watered just looking at her. He sat stock-still, barely breathing, feasting his eyes on her luscious body.
She held out her hand, and the movement of her arm made her majestic tits jiggle enticingly. "Well?" she said.
"Oh, yeah," he croaked, and handed her the can of beer.
She took a sip and smacked her lips. "Ummm, that tastes good." She took another sip of beer and handed the can back. She lay across the bed facing him, propped up on her elbows. Her large tits hung down to the blanket. Her curvaceous ass rose in a continuous, sexy sweep. The rear view was just as alluring as the front one. "My husband is a professional photographer. Landscapes, scenics, that sort of thing. That's why we moved out here from the city. The only time he pays any attention to me is when he needs a nude model. Posing nude gets me all hot and bothered, but he seldom notices. He takes his pictures and rushes to the darkroom to develop them."
"My wife's kick is shopping," Clifford said. "That's all she wants to do."
"I thought living in the sticks was going to be boring. I didn't know that I would meet someone as handsome as you. I don't usually do this, you know." The lie came easily to her lips. The truth was, she spread for anybody who wanted her, as long as he was old enough. "I went to the road-house just to get out among people. Josh is working in his darkroom, probably spend all night in there. Says he has a deadline to meet. I think he just wants to get away from me."
"Donna's probably shopping. She goes to one of those malls that stays open until midnight and spends hours wandering around. She never buys much. When I get back, we're going to a little spa in the mountains I know about. Took me weeks to convince her."
"Hot sulphur baths are so relaxing. Never understood how anything that smells so bad can feel so good. Last winter, Josh and I went to one that caters to nudists. He didn't like it as much as I did. He liked looking at the naked women, but didn't like being nude. Men can be so funny at times." She took the beer from him, took another sip and made a face. "Ugh. It's warm. Coffee and women should be hot. Beer should be cold. Right?"
"Are you a nudist? I mean, do you belong to one of those groups or something?"
"I don't belong to a club, but I don't like to wear clothes. They're so confining. I wear them only when I go out in public, so I won't get arrested for indecent exposure. Now you tell me, how can anyone think nudity is indecent? Suggestive, maybe. Or erotic. Right?"
"Depends on the person, I guess. You sure as hell don't look indecent to me!"
"Why, thank you, Clifford. It's nice of you to say so." She sat up, turned to face him, crossed her ankles and let her knees fall to the side.
He looked at her pussy and his tongue got so thick it filled his whole mouth. She smiled so sweetly he thought his heart would melt. She stretched her legs out in front of her with her thighs spread so he could see her pussy better. She held her back ramrod-straight and pushed her tits out. His brain was aflame with the desire. He didn't know where to look, at her tempting twat or her magnificent tits. The thick lips of her pussy peeked through the forest of blonde hair in her crotch, glistening with moisture.
"I need a shower, honey," she said. "Dancing makes me sweaty. Want to take one with me?"
He started to remind her they hadn't danced, thought better of it. If she had a clean fetish, that was okay with him. However she wanted to play the game was fine, as long as he fucked her.
She held out her hand for him to help her up. She released his hand and backed away from him. "Undress and let me see what you have for me."
She stood with her legs apart, fluffing up the curls of her dense bush and looking carefully at each part of his body as he bared it. He pushed his pants down and his cock jutted straight out from his groin, randy and ready for action.
She caressed it lightly with one hand and ran her palm up and down the pulsating shaft. "Very nice. I certainly can't complain about the size. Let's take a quick shower together, then we'll see how well you use it."
He didn't want to waste time in the shower. He wanted to stick his dick in her right now. "Why don't we fuck, then take a shower? You've got me to hot I can't stand it!"
"Ahh, that's one of the secrets, dear," she said softly. "If you fucked me right now, you would cum after just a few strokes. And then what? If you're going to put your nice tool in my pussy, I've got to get something out of it, too. I seldom eat at fast food joints, and I seldom do quickies. I might end up all sweaty and sticky, but I like to start out nice and clean, then wallow in the after effects of a good fuck. I'm an epicure of sex, honey. Do as I say, and you'll get all the pussy you can handle."
Using his cock as convenient handle, she led him to the bathroom. He went along meekly, aware he couldn't dominate her the way he did Donna. She turned on the water, pushed him into the shower and got in behind him. She picked up a bar of soap, reached around him with both arms, and began to wash his prick.
He sniffed loudly. "That soap is scented," he muttered. "I'm going to smell like a girl."
"You're going to smell like pussy when I get through with you. Soon, your cock will start feeling really good," she whispered in his ear. She pressed her hard, pointy nipples into his back and scrubbed her muff against his buttocks. His meat became very slippery as she worked her hands along it, pumping it gently. "Better and better." Her hands moved a little faster. "Doesn't that feel good? Do you jack off very often?"
"Uh.. .I.. .uh...!" he gasped. "I want to fuck you!" he blurted.
"No pussy until we take the pressure off, honey," she cooed. "You're so tense, you'll stick your cock in me, pump a couple of times, then shoot. Stop thinking of yourself and think about giving me pleasure. A good lover knows he'll get everything he wants if he gives a woman as much pleasure as she can handle."
"You're going to make me cum!" he gasped.
"Of course I am, honey. I would hate to think that I've lost my touch. Don't worry about it getting hard again. I can do things you wouldn't believe. Just relax and enjoy."
He couldn't argue with her logic, but he still didn't want her to jack him off. He wanted to fuck her! He opened his mouth to object and the rising tension in his groin cut him off. Suddenly, his prick erupted. Thick steams of sticky jizz jetted in all directions as her hand flew up and down his throbbing shaft.
She mashed her tits into his back and breathed rapidly as she stroked his cock until his cum dribbled to a stop. "I like to watch a man cum," she whispered. "You spewed cum all over the shower. Do you always cum so much?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Why did you make me waste it?"
"A good cum is never wasted, honey. I'm going to fuck your balls off and make you cum just as hard later, believe me."
She washed him, then herself, not letting him touch her. She didn't want him trying to bulldoze her ass into the shower wall. He could pound her pussy when it would do her the most good.
She dried him off and led him back to the bed. She put him on the bed and knelt by him, gazing at his cock. His tool wasn't the largest she'd had, but skill counted for more than size.
He stared up at her, and her loveliness hit him like a blow to the solar plexus. Her long blonde hair hung down past her shoulders, framing her beautiful face and graceful neck. Her tits were large, high and firm. Her supple skin glowed with a deep tan. Her nipples were exceptionally dark, standing up from large, pebbly areolae. Her narrow waist flared into lush hips.
"God, you're so beautiful," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "I've got to fuck you!"
"Patience, honey. Don't be selfish." She took his cock in her hand and stroked it idly. "We have all night."
She leaned over and guided his cock between her ovaled lips. He grunted with unrestrained pleasure as her warm, wet mouth enveloped his throbbing prick. His balls felt as if they were swollen to twice their normal size. His shaft felt so hot, and nothing eased the pressure better than plunging it into a moist, loving mouth.
Carole knelt by his hip, her belly sucked up, her thick-nippled tits dangling, brushing the top of his thigh. She wet the head of his cock with saliva, took it out of her mouth and rubbed it over her sensual red lips. She cut her eyes up at him, let his swollen knob slide back into her mouth, and sucked deeply.
Clifford sighed as her mouth sent waves of stimulation pounding through him. Every so often, she took his cock out of her mouth, rubbed the head lightly over her lips and licked the shaft lasciviously as she looked at him with a 'fuck me' twinkle in her eyes.
He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head up. She looked at him questioningly. She hadn't felt his cock swell, signaling the arrival of an orgasm.
"I'm going to fuck you now!" he blurted. He sat up and tried to push her onto her back, and met strong resistance.
"You'll fuck me when I say so," she responded firmly. She pushed him down, straddled him and slid up his body.
He thought she was going to top-fuck him. She had other ideas. She slithered up his body until her cunt was under his chin. He lifted his head slightly, saw her hair-lined lips boring in on his mouth and realized what she was going to do.
"I want to fuck you," he said stubbornly.
"Stop being obnoxious," she hissed. She reached into her crotch with both hands, spread the lips of her pussy wide apart and lowered her ass until her soggy hole engulfed his mouth and nose. "I sucked your cock. Now you can eat my pussy."
The fleshy folds of her snatch captured his face. Her weeping hole pressed down on his lips. Her swollen clit bumped the tip of his nose. He opened his mouth to breathe and she pushed down.
"Stick your tongue in my hole," she said. "Fuck me with it. Taste my cunt juice. Drink it! You'll like the taste." She wiggled her shapely ass around, smearing his lower face with her warm secretions "Stick out your tongue!"
He stuck out his tongue, separated the thick lips and dipped into the core of her hot honey pot. She did taste good. He savored the flavor. He pumped his tongue in and out of her hole like a slender, short cock.
"That's right, honey. Fuck me with your tongue. Make my pussy feel good. You'll get your reward in a few minutes."
She turned around on top of his face and leaned over. His rigid rod stood up from the thatch of hair in his groin like a flagpole in a patch of grass. Her new position made her clit more accessible than her hole. His tongue slid up her wet slit and pressed against her fleshy love button.
She held his prick in one hand and hunched on his face. "Mmmmmm, lick my clit, baby," she moaned. "I'll suck you off and let you cum in my mouth while you make love to my pussy."
She had to fight to keep from losing her concentration as she skillfully, teasingly polished his bloated knob. His thrilling tonguing sent molten flames lancing through her cunt. Her toes curled and uncurled reflexively as his tongue flicked over her clit. She wrapped her tongue around his shaft and swallowed him whole. She shivered as the pulsing head rubbed the roof of her mouth. She scrubbed her hot snatch on his mouth and sucked the head of his cock deep into her throat.
His swollen cock throbbed and his balls ached. He hovered on the verge of a climax, scant seconds from filling this wonderful woman's terrific mouth with his hot cream. He tried to hold back and make the marvelous sensations last longer, but couldn't hold out against her superb tongue and the fantastic vacuum in her hot mouth.
With a fierce lunge of his hips, his cock erupted and spurted scalding seed into her greedy mouth. She sucked with more demanding pressure, not only drawing the juice from his rod, but pulling the head deeper into her throat. She squirmed and hunched more vigorously, rubbing her hairy twat over his face and her clit against his vibrating tongue.
Her orgasm started moments after his. She would have screamed with pleasure, but her mother taught her never to talk with her mouth full. She sucked his cock avidly and concentrated on the waves of ecstasy washing over her. She loved to cum, and she was going to do it so many times before she turned him loose.
She drained the last of his jism from him as her orgasm ebbed. She rolled off and lay on her back, breathing deeply as subtle shudders continued to ripple through her.
"You eat pussy very well," she said. She reached over and wrapped her fist lightly around his prick.
He surprised himself by immediately responding to her dexterous manipulation. Her sexiness was infectious.
"I've never had any complaints," he said smugly.
"Do you like to be top-fucked?"
"I like it better when I'm in control."
"You've got a good head start on being a real fuddy-duddy."
She climbed over him and fit the head of his cock in her slick hole. She eased her ass down and the blunt head nosed between the heated walls of her dripping twat. "I want all of your cock," she hissed. "All the way to your balls!"
She snapped her ass down and his cock slid in easily and steadily, disappearing into her hot box before his eyes. He had nothing to do but lie there and watch as the heated maw of her sex channel swallowed his prick.
"I don't know if I can get off again so soon," he said doubtfully. "You've already made me cum twice in the last half-hour."
"I know how many times you've cum. Forget about cumming and just enjoy the ride. If you can cum, fine. If not, so what? You'll make me cum. That I guarantee! I like having your juice in me, but it isn't necessary. My orgasm is more important. Now, stop talking unless you're going to talk dirty. I want to concentrate on fucking myself on your cock and getting off."
"You make it sound like I'm not even here, that just my cock is," he said, sounding hurt.
"Your cock's the only thing that's doing anything important right now. If you insist on using your mouth, suck my tits."
She leaned forward, bracing herself with her hands on the bed. She closed her eyes, fully savoring the feel of his hard prick. Her tits dangled in his face, her nipples pointed at him like two big thumbs, hard and stiff. The hairy mouth between her thighs sucked his cock as she humped her ass briskly up and down. She rode to the very tip of his rod before sinking back down, burying the full length of his shaft in herself once more.
He grabbed one of her big tit mounds with both hands and sucked her nubby nipple, making her entire love tunnel twitch with licentious awareness. The muscles of her pussy clenched and coiled and rippled, like soft lips sucking his prick.
Before he expected it, she began to spasm in orgasm. Her body seemed to fly out of control, twisting and bucking and heaving, going in all directions at once.
"Oh, fuck!" she wailed. "Your cock feels so fucking good, baby! Oh, baby, I love to fuck!"
Her pussy clutched at his prick, literally milking it as her juice soaked it. She bucked wildly up and down and he tried to follow her, tried to keep his cock buried in her spastic cunt.
To his great surprise, he felt another orgasm stirring in his loins. Afraid she would finish and climb off before he had a chance to cum again, he grabbed her ass and tried to hold her steady as he thrust into her.
Lost in the throes of her orgasm, she refused to let him slow her down. She went into automatic overdrive and continued to buck and twist furiously. Inane gibberish poured out of her mouth in a keening wail as she fucked herself to an even higher plateau. Juice oozed from her pussy, trickled down his cock, over his balls and into the crack of his ass.
He rammed into her soggy hole with all of his strength, striving for his own climax. It arrived on thundering hooves. He didn't think he could cum, but he couldn't deny the obvious. He was pouring his molten lava into this hot woman's spasming snatch, matching her stroke for stroke, giving her as good as he got.
She made ragged, sobbing noises as she felt his hot, thick sperm splashing into her. She slammed her ass down and felt his cockhead bang into her womb. She continued to gyrate as she sat up, reached behind her and grabbed his nuts. They felt large and hot in her delicate fingers as she squeezed them and toyed with them, trying to coax another shot from them.
He thought she would wear out his cock before she finally rolled off and lay spread-eagle by him.
"God, I love to fuck!" she sighed. "There's just nothing in the world like a good cum. Feel my pussy. It's still hot."
He covered her hairy mound with his hand. "Yeah, it's pretty juicy and sticky, too."
"That's the way a well-fucked pussy should feel," she said. "Lick my clit."
"But, we've.. .I've just.. . "
"So? There's nothing there that will hurt you, even if you do get some on your tongue." She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head down to her crotch. "My clit is still tingling. Lick it. Finish it off properly."
He wasn't wild about the idea. He stiffened his neck and resisted her effort to pull his mouth down to her sticky slit.
"If you don't lick my clit and get me off again, you've had my pussy for the first and last time." she told him, confirming his worst fears. "You do want to fuck me again someday, don't you?"
Her warning worked. He stuck out his tongue and tentatively touched the tip to her clit. Her aggressive behavior stirred something in him. He sort of liked having a woman tell him what to do. He threw caution to the winds and dived right in.