Viola Marsh ran her hand along the front of his pants. Hard she thought, his cock is hard already!
She'd made a good choice. He was young, handsome, and from the bulge in the front of his pants, she guessed he had the biggest cock at the party.
He gulped when she gripped his prick. "What's the matter lover?" she grinned. "I didn't invite you over here for just conversation."
"Yeah, yeah, I know," he stammered. "But… what about your husband?"
"He's still next door at the party, isn't he?"
"Yes."
"He's drunker than shit, isn't he?"
"He looked that way, but…"
"No buts, honey little Viola wants some of that!" Deftly her fingers found the zipper of his fly and worked it down quickly. The throbbing length of his huge cock pushed the thin folds of his underpants out through the fly opening. Viola stroked the rigid tool with knowledgeable fingers. She knew how to torment a man in many ways – by touch, by word, by manipulation of her body. He was breathing faster and she shivered with anticipation. Oh, she was going to give him a ride, all right – she really was! She could feel her pussy begin to seep warm, moist fluid, soaking the thin silk of her panties.
"Finger me, too, baby!" she moaned. "Jesus, your husband…"
"Forget Albert!" Viola hissed. "You want, to fuck me or not?"
"Yeah," he panted, "hell, yes."
"Then get with it, dammit, or I'll go back to the party and find another cock." Her hand rubbed more tantalizingly over his prick, using the material of his shorts to taunt and rub the blood-engorged head to near-explosion.
His hand went higher along her thigh and his fingers found the dampness of her crotch. He wiggled his finger inside the leg band, dipping the tip into the juices of her warm, throbbing cunt.
"Ohhh, that's better, lover, that's a lot better! C'mon, let's go into the bedroom."
They moved quickly. Viola had him hot now, too hot to worry about the fact that her husband and his wife were right next door.
Viola undid the two buttons on the front of the dress she was wearing and, slowly undulating her body, she slid the garment down until it lay in a puddle around her feet. Her eyes were heavily lidded, smoky. She watched his face as she undressed.
"God, you're beautiful," he said, and wanted to add, for a forty year old woman, but held his tongue.
"You haven't seen it all yet."
She reached behind herself, unhooked her bra and pulled it away from her firm, white tits slowly, making sure that the aroused, berry-sized nipples were the last to meet his hot, hungry eyes. She dropped the bra on top of the dress and then raised her hands to cup the full, rich mounds, kneading them like a lover would. Finally, she dropped her fingers to her panties and slowly worked them down over her long, tapering legs until she was standing before him completely nude.
"Yeah, oh shit, yeah!" he gasped, tugging at his clothes with trembling fingers. He'd never stepped out on his wife before, but then he'd never had a beautiful cunt and a gorgeous set of huge tits thrown in his face like this before.
His eyes roamed over her well-tanned body to the fleecy, light hair framing the wet, pink folds of her cunt. She was something else, all right.
Viola reveled in his lustful gaze for a long moment, then she stepped over to the king-sized bed and lay down. She spread her legs wide in an erotic, inviting position, exposing to his eyes the full, wet, pulsing opening of her cunt. She rotated her hips, arching them up and lowering them again.
"Aren't you going to get naked, lover?" she asked in a husky voice.
"What?" He looked down. He still had his shorts on. They looked like a white tent over his cock. "Oh, yeah."
He yanked his shorts down to expose his rigid meat.
"Beautiful! So big and hard!" Viola stared at it, moistening her lips with her tongue, as if she were already tasting the juice dripping from his cockhead.
He moved to the bed and dropped between her thighs. He was about to plunge his dick into her cunt, when Viola suddenly scooched upward and pushed down on his shoulders. "No, no, baby, not yet!"
"What ya mean?" he gasped.
"I mean I want some cunt-sucking first."
"But… but I want to fuck you, Viola!"
"Bullshit! When a man fucks me, he fucks me my way. Now eat me!"
"Oh, no, Viola!No!"
The voice boomed through the room from the doorway. The young man jumped to his feet in fright as Viola opened her eyes and sat up.
"Oh, shit," she hissed. "Albert, you fucking asshole!"
Jewell Maxwell looked at her watch. It read about a quarter to five. In fifteen minutes she would be able to leave. Around her, people were beginning to slowly put their things away. Typewriters were being covered, pencils put into drawers. A lot of the girls went in to put on fresh makeup. The men were straightening tot and reaching for jackets. Everybody was getting lined up, waiting for the gun to go off.
At five minutes to five, Jewell decided to give herself an edge. She got up, put on her coat and left. The girl at the reception desk asked her sarcastically why she was leaving so early. Jewell had always thought she was a cunt, and didn't exactly try and hide it.
"Because I've got a hot date to get fucked tonight, and I want to beat the rush of straights and squares trying to get home to their simpering wives and slobbering babies."
The receptionist went white. "Well, I never…!"
"I'll bet you haven't," Jewell smiled. "In fact, if you ever lost it, it's probably grown back."
She turned on her heel and ran smack into her boss.
"Ms. Maxwell," her boss said, "you may be one of the best secretaries in the office, but this is too much. You're fired!"
"Just because I told that cunt off?"
"Good Lord, Ms. Maxwell, your language is straight out of the gutter!"
"The hell it is," Jewell replied. "It's straight out of the men's john. I hear it every day through the air duct."
The boss' face suddenly got very red. "You may pick up your check Monday morning."
"You can stick my check up your ass Monday morning," Jewell said, and turned away.
"You should," Jewell said from the office door. "With me gone, there's gonna be a lot of horny cocks around this office. Even a fat pig like you could get laid?"
Pam Jones heard her husband lurch through the kitchen door. He drunk again, she thought, and it's only six-thirty!
"I'm home, baby!"
"I heard. Ken, please don't… that hurts!" He'd crept up behind her and thrown his arms around her to cup and tug at her tits. She felt his hand cock mash into the cease of her ass through her thin summer dress.
God, what an animal he is, she thought. But I can't help but love him!
"I want some, baby," Kenny cooed in her ear as he rubbed his hardening dick up and down her butt crack.
"Kenny, please… I'm trying to fix dinner?"
"And I'm trying to fuck my wife! Doesn't that tell you something?"
It sure does. Pam thought, it tells me that your girl friend was out of town and your secretary would not put out for you at the office!
Pam and Kenny had been married for five tears. And for three years Pam had known that her husband was fucking every girl who would spread for him. The only time he wanted her was when he couldn't get anyone else.
And she still loved him.
Twice she had been on the verge of leaving him. But she had stayed. Pam was afraid of the big, bad world. Kenny was security. And security was better than a faithful husband.
One time Pam had exploded when Kenny had propositioned one of her best friends at a party. Kenny had calmly explained that the woman's husband wanted to fuck Pam, so he – Kenny – thought he might as well fuck the guy's wife.
Pam was shocked when her husband was so open and blase about swapping her off to another man.
Kenny shrugged. "You oughtta try it, baby. You might like it."
Pam didn't try it. She found out later that Kenny had screwed the woman, and had brought his secretary along for her husband.
Still Pam hadn't left him.
"C'mon, baby, ol' Daddy Kenny wants a little of Pam's pussy!"
And I want your cock, Pam thought, but not now, not this way! The only reason you want me is because no one fucked you at the office today!
She turned in his arms and buried her head into his shoulder. She started crying.
"Hey, baby, what's wrong?"
"I want you so bad," she sobbed. "I want you, too. So let's do it!"
"No, no, no!"
But his hands were working on her body. Bile could feel hot, twitching sensations deep with in her belly, and her cuntal lips were secreting droplets of juice, moistening her panties. She clenched her thighs together, trying to fight the exciting jolts that were racing through her pussy. Her nipples hardened. She tried to will her body to stop, but her need was too much. And his cock was too close, too exciting.
Lenny continued to stoke her shoulder, letting his hand slide slowly and lightly along the length of her arm, knowing that the motion was having an electric effect on her. She had stopped crying not, although her face was still buried against his chest and her hands still clutched his shirt. He sensed a quickening of her breath under his caress. He brought his hand up, sliding it along her back, down, down almost to the curve of her ass.
His hand dipped under her circa, trailing hot paths along the bare skin of her flat stomach, moving higher to touch her tits, cupping first one.
She turned her body slightly more toward him, pressing herself to him. And then her head lifted, her eyes squeezed lightly shut, her lips parting wetly.
Stop, stop him! Pam's mind screamed. Tell him to go to hell, to go fuck one of his whores!
But her body was screaming for his cock.
Kenny ground his lips onto hers, completely engulfing her mouth with his, fucking his tongue forward to slip past her teeth and into her mouth. Pinwheels of lust flashed in Pam's eyes at the physical impact of his kiss.
Her hand lifted to encircle his neck, press his head tightly, molding their mouths together.
His hand was pushing her bra up now, touching the hot flesh of her naked tit, touching the hard bud of her nipple, pinching it painfully between his thumb and forefinger. His tongue sawed in and out of her mouth, and she made tiny, excited mewling sounds of pleasure deep un her throat.
His fingers went to the band of her panties, swiftly moving inside, pushing the flimsy material down, his fingertips touching the first curling strands of her soft, downy cunt fleece. But he didn't stop there. He let his hand slide still lower, his middle finger extended, until it came in sudden contact with the warm, damp furrow of her cunt.
Pam's body jackknifed against him with the electric contact of his touch on her naked pussy. Her whole body began to vibrate violently and she began to moan.
From somewhere far, far back in her mind, the warning voice began to speak again. No, this is wrong, this is all wrong! I'm not some whore to be used, I'm not merely a receptacle for his cum juice! I still love him, dammit, no matter what he's done, but I don't want to be used. stop him!
But she didn't stop him. She couldn't stop him. Shit was incapable of pulling away from him. She loved his touch on her cunt. She loved his tongue in her mouth. Oh, God, she couldn't stop it now at all. It was too late.
Kenny dipped his middle finger into the wet, trembling slit of her burning cunt, teasing the hardened button of her clit, playing with it, reveling in the feel of her pussy and the vibrating of her firm young body.
"Baby," he whispered in his soft voice, taking his mouth from hers briefly. "Baby, I want you. I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you, baby."
"Oh yes, yes, Kenny darling, and I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me just as much as you need it. Fuck me, Kenny, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeee!"