He was on his knees between her legs now, caressing her opened thighs. Her breasts were bare, rising up sharply from the decorated top of her nightie. He had slipped a thick pillow beneath her ass, another ploy no one else had used, and her cunt was so swollen the inner labia were actually protruding from between her outer cunt lips.
The magic was still here, enveloping her, causing everything to take on a vividness that was also new for her. She wanted his prick so urgently that she wanted to shout, Stop fooling around and FUCK me! But it was his show, and she certainly didn't want it to end too soon.
"Play with your nice sexy tits, huh?" he murmured, sliding his hands beneath her ass. She'd read about things like this, but no one had ever asked her to! If it pleased him, why not? He 68 was giving her so very much, not taking, as men had in the past. "Well, okay!" she acquiesced.
He smiled, lowered his head and shoulders and she knew instantly what he would do next-eat her pussy. The way he kissed her mouth had told her he wanted to, and ohhhhh, did she want it! Not one of the men she'd dated had ever even hinted they'd like to. Sure, she had mouthed a few of those five-inch cocks, given them their kicks, and invariably it had shortened the screw time.
He surely knew she fondled her boobs when she masturbated-a true smoothie his age had been around, as the saying went-so she began stroking her tits, watching her dark nipples harden, feeling them sting and tingle. Funnnnn!
His lips contacted her upper cunt slit, and a whole flurry of thrills spread through her pelvis. His hands lifted her ass, and smoothly his tongue wiggled into her vagina.
"Ohhh!" she breathed, bringing her legs back, arching her crotch higher. His lips kissed and ^sucked, his tongue was stroking like a finger or prick. He was sipping her girl juice, almost gnawing her tender inner labia! But so gently and delicately. Nothing had ever felt like this!
I love it, I adore it! she thought dizzily. God! He's, almost a cannibal! He likes my pussy, it must taste good! I hope he wants me to suck his cock!
The thrills were sharpening, her hands moved faster on her boobs, and then he paused, kneading her ass cheeks, his eyes roving along her body. Oh, he was making her wait for the goodies, just like she tantalized herself with her hands.
"Beautiful!" she breathed, swimming in a haze of pure erotic anticipation.
He smiled, and carefully parted the labia at her clit, gently with his lips, and closed them around her super-tender girl-spike! She moaned, a whole shower of sugary sensations tumbling through her body. Now his right hand went to her cunt, that wand of a finger" slid voluptuously inside, pressing her urethra. Ohhhh, she was climbing the slope of her need, again! "OHHH!" she cried feverishly. "Ohhh-do it!"
But he teased her and fondled her and sucked her until she was frantic! And just as she started to come, his head lifted, his hand came away, he glided smoothly forward, and shouldered her thighs back, and his huge, hot prick drove into her cunt!
God! She hadn't ever known what a real cock felt like! It flamed in her vagina like it was red-hot, and her flesh fluttered and tightened around it! She was coming in a way she had never dreamed she could come! He wasn't even pumping his prick, he was keeping it jammed in deep, and suddenly she was like a worm pinned to a board. She went bananas!
The rich honeyed nuances of her orgasm drew a shrill scream from her throat! She was clawing his shoulders, her head tossing from side to side, her legs shaking with the heavenly poundings of her climax. Nothing had ever been so violently wild and sensual!
He seemed to be in her a mile. The spasms of her labia around the thick root of his cock enveloped her with wonder. She was totally his, totally feminine, responding to the bigness of his sweeping maleness. Ohhhh, God!
Now his chest settled down on her arched-up breasts. She felt her nipples boring at his flesh. Her legs wound around his butt, her arms gripped his shoulders, she whined and panted her delight as the dreamy twinges of relief balmed her nerves. She had to say something to hide the real feelings, which frightened her. "Well, how am I?" she giggled.
"A ten," he murmured, tensing his prick. Oh, her cunt fluttered a response! "I've loved every second of it!" she breathed. "I'm not through with your nice pussy."
Oh, I hope not! she thought. It's his, he can do anything with it he wants to!
Arthur Frost started his car and pulled away from the curb, satisfied that he had completed his snooping assignment for Stella Fordham. He had trailed Matt Dodson since he'd left Stella's mansion, and it looked like he'd be in Linda Field's apartment for several hours.
Dodson sure fucked the racy-looking cunts. He'd give one nut to get his cock into that Linda, but it would never happen. He was an ordinary-looking man, average height, average looks-ideal for his work because nobody ever looked at him twice.
He had some pretty good stuff at home, anyway. His wife had died two years before and he had decided that, at age forty-two, he wouldn't marry again. Dottie was an ideal live-in. Good cook and housekeeper, fat and jolly, only twenty-six. Whenever he wanted a fuck, she was ready, and with the lights out, riding in between those warm plump thighs, he could imagine he was humping almost any cunt.
Parking in the driveway of his modest home, he reached down and patted his outfit. A dim light shone in the bedroom. Thinking about Dodson pouring the cock to that triple-A Linda had built a lust in his crotch. Dottie would be waiting, decked out in a thin nightie. Damn, how she loved to fuck…
"I wish we could have Matt this weekend," Lauren Lohman said to her sister Janni. "Jed's going to a drug seminar in Omaha, and I'm not invited. Not that I wanted to be!"
They were in Janni's apartment. She was ready for bed in black pajamas, and Lauren hated to leave. They had talked very little about their new intimacy, physical contact instead of only visual. But it was there between them, and Lauren was getting a warm pussy. "What a stud!" Janni giggled. They'd had a couple of glasses of wine apiece. "Have you found 72 out who he is yet?"
"No," Lauren admitted. "But I bet some rich old broad owns him. I can sure see why women would pay for his services."
"Maybe he'll send you a bill, honey," Janni laughed. "Monday I was so pooped I could hardly go to work!"
"I told you how good he is," Lauren smiled. She wore pants and a blouse, and she opened her legs, feeling more tingles in her cunt. "Let's do our thing, huh?"
"Sure!" Janni chirped, moving to a chair that faced the sofa on which Lauren sat. She opened the top of her pajamas and lowered the bottom half to the floor.
Lauren shivered, doing the same with her clothes, except that she got out of her panties. Both sat and began their tit and pussy routine. But after a few moments they both knew it would never be the same again. They didn't even have to speak; they stood, and Janni led the way into her bedroom.
A small lamp glowed in a far corner. The sheets were turned back, and a radio played soft music.
"You knew we'd be in here!" Lauren said accusingly.
"Natch. Just as soon as you called and said you were dropping over."
"God, it MJISbeautiful!" Lauren breathed, looking her sexy, long-legged sister up and down. "He brought us together, anyway. I don't care how wrong it is!"
"You have more conscience than me," Janni giggled, getting Lauren around the waist. "I've wanted to fuck you for years."
"You-animal!" Lauren breathed, arching her cunt into her sister's pussy. Their mouths met, their tongues jousted back and forth and Lauren shook with mingled lust and guilt. Doing this with him watching was a different thing-they'd been 'party' girls. But she couldn't resist. He had awakened zones of excitement they had never touched!
Now they began to fondle each other's ass flesh, pushing their breasts together, and Lauren felt her thighs open. Janni was dominant here, she was basically the 'male.' Oh, but it didn't matter-their cunts simply flamed! This answered an old deep need they had known since childhood. They had simply spent too many years splitting pussy hairs!
Lauren unglued her mouth. "Let's get on the bed. I don't want to come standing up!"
They remembered the time they'd tried it, years earlier, posed in front of their vanity mirror. Both had crumpled to the floor at climax time, and it had been their little secret joke. This, as they scrambled on the bed, Janni on top, was no joking matter. They were into the full incestuous joining; they could have their pussy-rubs and clit comes any time they wanted them! And right now Lauren didn't give a damn.
"Oh, we don't need him!" Lauren breathed, tipping her crotch higher. "It's so gooood!" "Jeeese, it sure is!" Janni gasped, hunching. "Let's get a quickie and play around later!"
"Riiight!" Lauren panted. Their cunts jiggled and squished together, and then it was just the clit zones rubbing, faster and faster. The sugar-coated thrills chased from their tits down to their cunts; they sharpened, quickened, and they made it swiftly at the same ecstatic second, just like on their fingers, only this was much more exciting!
Lauren cried out, and Janni whined as the goodies raked Lauren's bod, tensing her clit, pounding joy through her whole being, feeding an awful hunger she'd been too afraid to fully taste until Matt had drawn them together, cunt to cunt.
They softened, panting hard, shaking in the glory of aftermath, their cunts now glued and puffed and slick with the effusions of their sexual delight. They kissed lingeringly, tongues not as busy as before, patting and caressing.
At last Janni rolled away at Lauren's left, and they rested in their glut of satisfaction.
"Just think of what we've been missing, honey," Janni said, not looking at Lauren.
"Isn't it too bad we can't find a real man who could handle us both, so we could all live together," Lauren said.
"Don't start thinking 'married,' Sis. Get rid of Jed! Hell, you could find a job, and at least we could be together."
"And what would people say?" Lauren asked dryly. "In L.A, who the hell cares?" Janni said. "We could afford a bigger apartment, have guys in for fun. You know you detest Jed. He's an asshole."
Lauren sighed. "I'm still kind of hung up on Matt-"
"He'll be back. He likes having two twats. He loves to watch us fuck."
"Speaking of which," Lauren giggled, rolling over between her sister's opening thighs, "it's my turn to do the humping!" They both laughed.
Susy Hall, resting languidly on her huge round bed, stroked her favorite dildo slowly in her cunt, then out, then back in. She paused and shivered.
A naked young Hispanic, her hired jock for the evening, rested in a chair facing the bed, his right hand fondling his long, thick cock. He was clean-looking, healthy and handsome, highly recommended by a madam Susy knew and did business with regularly.
Susy didn't fuck her joy boys. She was very particular about who ran a prick in her. Watching them masturbate while she excited herself was good enough. In her younger years, as a starlet, she'd gotten her share of sexy men, and even a few choice chicks, but now, at thirty-two, even with all her money, the stud types she craved were not around for her. She had gained weight, although she still was not bad. The only man she'd seen in years that really brought her clit up hard was Matt Dodson-and he was Stella Fordham's piece. The greedy old slut! She even let him fuck around, including that sexy mulatto Stella kept handy for iezzie fucks.
I'd give him more than she does, but if I ever caught him running his cock into another broad I'd have him killed! When I buy a prick it has to be all mine.
Her years around Hollywood had hardened her, she knew. Pussy was a commodity, so was prick. She had used her charms to nail one of the wealthiest old fuckers in southern California, and no one would ever know how he had died. She had it all. She had been raised in a violent Italian sector of New York City, and somehow she had escaped with her cherry.
Fresh and pretty, with some acting ability, she had soon learned how a pussy got ahead in the flick industry-give the right people some cunt. Even then, she hadn't made it to the big-time. Anyway, she was into the big time money now-and fuck all those freaks and weirdos in the picture biz.
Now she decided who honked her. An Italian count had been the last one, and after a memorable week on the Riviera, he had suddenly disappeared. Later she learned he had married an extremely rich Argentine broad.
"About ready to squirt your load, Pedro?" she cooed. "I can bring it off any time," he smiled.
It was very tempting. He had about ten inches, a huge pair of nuts, but he simply didn't measure up as a person. Any guy who sold his cock like this was a freak, anyway. "I'm about there," she breathed, stroking the dildo faster. She'd been teasing herself for half an hour, playing with her rounded tits, turning the vibrator on and off, thinking about Matt Dobson.
Pedro grinned his mechanical grin, pumped his cock a little slower. Men didn't need too much actual sliding to bring their seed. She'd been very disappointed with her first fuck, given to a middle-aged director. He'd got off in her tender pussy almost immediately, then admired the blood on his prick, blood from her broken hymen. That rotten fucker! He'd gotten her a couple of walk-ons, and then kicked her ass out.
When she thought of all the young panting Italian guys who had tried for her cherry, gone off in their pants while groping her pretty body, the idea of men in general made her sick. She had drifted into being an older woman's lez piece, and that hadn't done much for her, either.
She had started masturbating at eleven and she'd never really stopped. It was the only way she could fully satisfy her needs, which were even stronger now than before. Matt had stirred her the first time she'd seen him. Somehow she simply had to have him!
"Now, baby, now!"she gasped, driving the dildo swiftly in and out. She watched her dark, long nipples poke out, then feasted her eyes on Pedro. His swarthy face twisted, his hips lifted, and the circumcised head of his prick tensed. He groaned.
A stream of white juice spurted from his cock-head, arching out to plop on the carpet, and she had her goodies.
"Fuuuuuck I" she cried loudly. "Fuuuuuuuuck! "
The sweet hammering in her loins was luscious! Her cunt tightened with voluptuous quickness, her big boobs jiggled, her thighs trembled. She turned on the power. The swift vibrations of the dildo made her after-pangs almost as wonderful as the orgasm itself.
She cut the power, slumped back on her pillows, eyes closed. A vision of Matt swam in front of her, and she pumped the dildo for the last tingly thrills. Pedro rested in the chair, cock shrinking, a blank expression on his face. "Out,"she said, pointing at the bedroom door.
He left quickly, without a word. He'd left his clothes in the living room. Tomorrow she'd send a check for three hundred bucks to the madam, deductible as an entertainment expense. She was turned on enough now to finish the evening by herself, she and her three-speed vibrating cock.
She would need at least nine or ten more orgasms. And with each one she would imagine that Matt's prick was sounding her deeps. He would love her Spanish-styled villa in Nassau, plenty of servants, oodles of fucking.
If he was very good, she might let him sample one of those young, eager native girls-while she watched. Stella said it was a hell of a turn-on, seeing him pour the cock to Rona Hall. But he would have to prove himself, be faithful until she gave the word. She sighed and began her fun evening.