Horny Neighbor Wife
by Bill Randolph


FOREWORD 

The overwhelming problems that some people face in the course of their lives 
can frequently lead them to commit acts they would never consider under 
usual circumstances. 

There is the employee who, laid off from his jobs, stoops to theft in order 
to feed his family; the witness who perjures himself in order to save a 
friend; the football player who, under immense pressures to perform well, 
takes drugs. 

Amy Prescott is one of these people, for her problem-a husband who is 
consistently unable to satisfy her-leads her to seek companionship and 
satisfaction in the arms of strangers, some of whom only wish to use her. 

HORNY NEIGHBOR WIFE-the story of a young wife whose search for happiness 
takes her down a long road of abuse and degradation. A novel about a society 
which too often ignores a person's cry for help. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Amy Prescott kicked the bedcovers off of her naked legs and gently spread 
her black-haired cuntlips with her fingertips. She moaned softly as she felt 
the wetness of her cunt juice glazing the sensitive pink pulp of her pussy 
slit. Her practiced fingers found the throbbing pearl of her clit, and. her 
lusty groans of self-inflicted passion intensified as her nerves tingled 
with pleasure. 

She blinked her deep blue eyes up at the ceiling above her bed and pretended 
that her husband was toying with her juicy fuck-button. Suddenly, she 
stiffened two fingers and plowed them straight and deep into the simmering 
folds of her quivering pussy. She shrieked as she rotated her fingers in 
tight, circular motions against the juice-slickened walls of her cunt 
channel. She humped her shapely, firm asscheeks up and down on the mattress 
as she started sliding her fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. 

Amy finger-fucked herself with an increasing frenzy until her digits were 
plunging through her sloshy-wet cunt tissues, propelling her toward an 
explosive orgasm. She rushed toward the happy moment, bracing herself for 
the ecstatic release that would signal the climax of another morning of 
self-gratification. 

"Now, now!" she whispered to the empty bedroom, playing out the fantasy that 
it was Eddie on top of her, fucking her pussy with his gigantic prick and 
driving on toward a satisfying, violent orgasm. "Yes, yes, baby! I'm almost 
there! I'm about to come!" 

She arched her spine and tensed her body just as spasms shuddered throughout 
the depths of her pussy canal and fanned out to every nerve-ending in her 
body. She released a guttural groan of animal-like lust as her imbedded 
fingers became engulfed in hot fluids. Her whole body started trembling and 
she bellowed another cry of joy as her climax erupted with a terrific force. 

She slumped back down on the mattress, gasping for breath as the pleasing 
sensations of her fading orgasm echoed throughout her body. Her lusty groans 
soon became sighs as she regained a degree of composure. She slipped her 
sticky-wet fingers from her cunt and ordered herself off the bed. No use 
dwelling on the humiliation of having to finger-fuck herself to pleasure 
again, she told herself with another deep sigh as she padded across the 
bedroom to the adjoining bathroom. She had just completed what had become a 
morning ritual and Amy was determined to no longer feel guilty about it. 

As Amy stood under the stinging spray of the shower water, she reflected 
back on her one-year marriage to Eddie Prescott with a now-familiar mixture 
of emotions. It was true that she still loved her husband deeply. From the 
first time they had met, Amy had fallen hopelessly in love with his easy 
masculine grace and charm. His blond good looks and athletic body still sent 
shivers of lust up and down her spine and caused her pussy to throb and 
convulse whenever she allowed her gaze to linger on him. He wasn't rich, but 
he had a well-paying job which offered her as much security as any other 
woman she knew. The flip side to that was that Eddie was often away from 
home doing his job of selling medical supplies throughout a three-state 
territory. She had no doubt that Eddie loved her as much as she loved him. 
But from the very beginning of their courtship and throughout their 
year-long marriage, a vital ingredient had been missing from their 
relationship. 

Amy turned off the shower water and she stepped from the stall. She wrapped 
a towel around her luscious nudity and strolled from the bathroom as her 
mind continued to take an inventory of the pluses and minuses of her 
marriage. The long list of advantages, however, continued to pale when she 
considered that Eddie had not once been able to bring her to orgasm. That 
realization still shocked Amy even as she reconsidered it. 

Eddie, in addition to his athletic good looks and appealing masculine 
features, was endowed with the biggest cock she had ever seen on a man. She 
remembered the exciting panic that had swept over her on her wedding night 
as she had stared at, then wondrously fondled his huge fuck-pole. She had 
imagined ungodly heights of excitement and pleasure to be forthcoming as he 
lowered himself atop her and speared her cunt with his colossal prick. She 
had hidden her disappointment after that first experience and continued to 
do so on all the subsequent lovemaking sessions that followed. Surely, she 
had reasoned, he would begin to control his quick-shooting prick as time 
went by. But over and over, in a variety of positions suggested by her, 
Eddie continued to blast his load moments after entering her expectant cunt. 
And always, Amy was left with the frustrating torture of unrelieved tension 
and unsatisfied sexual hunger. 

She poured herself her first cup of coffee of the morning and sat at the 
kitchen dinette, carelessly letting the towel unravel from around her lush 
body. She flipped her fingertips through her still-damp short black curls 
and thought again of cheating on her husband. How much frustration was she 
expected to endure? The familiar debate raged through her mind. She didn't 
want to do anything that would hurt Eddie or her marriage, but she had 
limits, too. It was disgusting for a healthy twenty-one-year-old woman to 
have to fingerfuck herself to get sexual pleasure and satisfaction. 

The chiming of the doorbell jolted Amy out of her mental debate. She stepped 
quickly to the front door, carefully re-wrapping the towel tightly around 
her body. She opened the door a couple of inches and peeked out onto the 
porch. 

"Did I wake you?" Clara Thornton asked with a smile. 

"No, no. Come in, Clara," Amy said ushering in her next-door neighbor. "I 
was going to call you later. I'm going crazy with boredom just staring at 
these four walls." 

The two women walked back into the kitchen, where Amy poured her neighbor a 
cup of coffee. They settled around the dinette and Amy subtly admired 
Clara's sexy long blonde hair, her radiant facial features and her 
voluptuous figure packed provocatively into a tight pale-pink jogging suit. 
Clara was a teenaged widow who supported her teenaged son with her husband's 
life insurance money and a part-time job with the Ferris Real Estate Agency. 
Amy had found herself liking the sexy blonde more and more. Clara had proven 
to be an open, honest woman who never pried, but offered friendly advice on 
any topic whenever Amy asked. Amy was grateful for the older woman's 
friendship and had discovered that Clara's advice was usually accurate and 
beneficial. 

"You should get out more, dear," Clara said, sipping her coffee. "No reason 
for you to sit around the house all day and brood. Get out and do things." 

"I've been to more matinees than a movie critic, and I've shopped until my 
feet feel like boils," Amy said with a sigh. She took a deep breath and 
decided to bring up the subject that had been plaguing her for months. She 
felt she knew Clara well enough and could trust her to share such intimate 
concerns. "I'm horny, Clara. I'm like a bitch in heat. I'm about to go nuts 
for some good old-fashioned fucking." She blurted the words, making it 
impossible to censor them or allow her mind to sugar-coat her feelings. With 
the words finally spoken, a deep blush reddened her cheeks and Amy quickly 
grabbed her coffee cup and drank. 

Clara shocked her by throwing her head back and laughing deeply. "So that's 
it!" Clara said as her chuckling died. "I should have guessed. But with that 
hunk of a husband you've got, you've got to pardon me for not snapping right 
to it. Are you telling me that Eddie doesn't fuck you?" 

"He fucks at me," Amy admitted. "He has one hell of a cannon, but the 
world's shortest fuse." 

"Ah, quick-shooter," Clara said with a sympathetic nod. "Well, shit, sister, 
that's easy to fix. Just takes practice." 

"Easy for you to say. In the meantime, my fingers are getting stiff-jointed 
from all the hand-fucking I'm giving myself." 

"Poor baby, you really are stretched tight," Clara said. She reached across 
the dinette to gently cup Amy's hands in hers. "I know it isn't an easy 
thing. When my Henry died in that car crash two years ago, I almost went 
bonkers. The grief kept me plenty occupied for the first six months, then I 
started getting horny. It started as a tiny itch before it grew into a 
throbbing ache. I was about ready to fuck a doorknob until I picked up a guy 
in a department store. We went to a motel out on the highway and we fucked 
our brains out for two days." Clara giggled. "He waited until I ducked into 
the John at the end of that second day before he escaped with his life. He 
probably thought I was going to fuck him to death if he didn't make his 
get-away. I bet the thought of pussy made him ill for weeks after that." 

"Well, what you did was understandable," Amy said. A sense of relief was 
already rushing over her as she realized confiding in Clara had been the 
right thing to do. "You were widowed, but I'm still very much married. And I 
love Eddie. If I cheated on him, I don't think I could handle the guilt." 

"Wow, I sure hope Eddie knows how lucky he is to have a wife like you," 
Clara said. "Most women these days wouldn't give a second thought to 
knocking off a little strange cock on the side." 

"It's not only that. If he ever found out, I know it would crush him. I 
wouldn't blame him for walking out." Amy glanced up into the blonde's bright 
blue eyes. "I know he feels bad about coming too quick, and I'm afraid I'll 
shatter his ego if I make a big deal out of it. I keep telling him it 
doesn't matter and not to worry about it, but I'm quickly going crazy. And 
finger-fucking ain't hacking it. Shit, Clara, I just don't know what to do." 

The blonde leaned back in her chair and appraised Amy with a serious 
expression. "Maybe I have the answer. Interested?" 

"You're kidding?" Amy said with a chuckle. "Why do you think I've laid all 
of this shit on you? I was hoping you'd have the answer." 

"We've got to take this thing in steps," Clara said. "As worried as you are 
about guilt, it wouldn't be smart to rush you into things. First, we should 
take care of your immediate needs." 

"How? Are you planning to call up some stud and have him hurry over to put 
out my fires?" 

"Not a bad idea, if I didn't think you'd freeze up around some stranger. 
Besides, you are already preparing for a big guilt trip." 

"See. I'm a hopeless case. Right?" 

Clara shook her head slowly and stood. Taking Amy's hands, she guided her 
gently toward the bedroom. "I'm not a stranger, Clara. And you do trust me, 
don't you?" 

"Sure, but what-" 

"Just relax," Clara whispered as they stepped into the bedroom. "You've been 
fingerfucking yourself every day. I'm going to give you a rest." 

"I don't know, Clara," Amy said haltingly. "I've never done any lesbo stuff 
before and-" 

"I said relax," Clara snapped with a quiet chuckle. The blonde gently 
unknotted the towel from around Amy's body and let it drop to the floor at 
their feet. "Yeah, you've got a body to be proud of." Clara gave a low 
whistle as she gazed at Amy's lush nudity. 

Amy trembled slightly as her neighbor's gaze lingered over her body. Her 
initial unease at standing naked in front of Clara was quickly eroding into 
a strange spasming of sensations. An erotic throbbing started deep inside 
her cunt and she felt her nipples harden excitedly as the blonde's obvious 
appreciation spread across her lovely face. Hell, I'm so horny, everything 
is turning me on, Amy scolded herself. But she couldn't deny the growing 
arousal she was experiencing, tingling her senses and causing her cuntlips 
to moisten. 

"The main difference, darling, between fucking with a man and making love 
with a woman, is that you'll always enjoy it with a woman," Clara said 
softly as she gently rubbed her fingertips over Amy's pert, hardened 
nipples. She spread her fingers wide in an impossible attempt to enclose the 
full swollen mass of Amy's firm, soft pink-white flesh. 

Amy's immediate reaction was a short intake of breath. The tingling 
sensations instantly sparked into shuddering pockets of exploding ecstasy as 
glorious delight showered throughout her senses. Amy felt her knees become 
rubbery and she heard her pulse hammering in her ears as her excitement 
grew. She found herself bending to the whims and manipulations of the 
beautiful blonde. 

Clara caressed Amy's tits gently, fingers tormenting her hardened nipples. 
She moved a little closer and kissed Amy's cheek, close to the corner of her 
mouth, as she moved her hands in delicate small circles over the tingling, 
global mounds of Amy's tits. Little by little, Amy's high, full tits rose 
and fell with her gasping breath. 

Amy's fears rushed back into her brain in a torrent. Clara's touch was 
exciting her, thrilling her to dizzying heights she could not remember ever 
having enjoyed. The gentle hands were so soft and sure, the touch so light 
and delicate, so different from Eddie's hard, bony-fingered massages. A 
chilling sense of dread knifed through her mind,' causing her a brief worry 
that she was not only a horny slut, but a lesbo slut at that! Then, as 
quickly as the horrifying through occurred, it vanished, swept away by the 
flood of ecstasy that swam vigorously from the pit of her hot pussy, all the 
way out to the nerve endings in her fingers and toes. She suddenly wished 
that Clara would stop teasing her and get on with whatever dykes did to each 
other. She stirred restlessly. 

"You excite easily, darling," Clara whispered with a smile. "Same as me." 
The blonde's voice was thickening with desire as she let her hands drop from 
Amy's tits and glide downward toward the younger woman's glistening black 
thatch of curly pussy hair. "That's a good sign," she added with a leer. "It 
means we will have lots of wonderful times together." 

Amy groaned as the older woman's fingertips laced through the top of her 
cunt patch. She instinctively leaned forward until her wet, hot mouth 
plastered hard against Clara's ripe, full lips. Amy swooned with the renewed 
gush of pleasure as she tasted the other woman's mouth on hers. She let her 
own lips mold to Clara's. She tasted the sweetness, the warmth of the older 
woman's mouth and immediately felt breathless. Her nostrils flared and she 
needed no urging to part her lips and accept Clara's hot tongue. 

Amy moaned with ecstasy. Her tits felt as if the nipples would burst. Her 
guts constricted with a fierce urgency as the trembling spasms racking her 
cunt channel shuddered violently. 

She tore her mouth free and sucked air into her lungs. Her mind was no 
longer dulled, but somehow it didn't matter. She knew exactly what she was 
doing. She could see it all with cold clarity. There was no room for guilt 
or shock or even surprise. Her senses were urging her on to experience the 
utter delights that awaited her in the arms of this fabulous blonde woman. 
Her entire cunt had been sparked by the deep-throated kiss and there was no 
stopping her feelings now. 

She pushed away from Clara just enough to start tearing at the blonde's 
jogging suit, anxious to see her neighbor nude and enjoy the luscious sight 
of the older woman's huge, shapely tits and long, tapered legs. Clara's 
breathing came in rapid gasps as she assisted Amy in stripping off the 
jogging suit. In a few seconds, their mutual work was rewarded with Clara 
standing in front of Amy, totally nude. 

Amy wasted no time fondling the blonde's lovely, large tits and toying with 
her pointy, jutting nipples. She had never touched another woman so 
intimately before and the experience was creating delightful sensations 
throughout Amy's body. 

Clara suddenly ducked her head down and she placed her warm wet mouth on 
Amy's nipple, tightening her lips on it and sucking hungrily. It was 
impossible for Amy to hold back a deep sigh of pleasure. It felt so good, so 
very good! She couldn't remember getting this hot so fast. It's just that 
I'm so fucking horny, she told herself as she panted and savored the 
sensations flowing through her body. 

"Let's get comfortable," Clara whispered, slipping her arm around Amy's 
waist and gently guiding her toward the bed. 

Amy eagerly stretched out on the bed and gazed at the blonde's shapely body 
as she joined her nestling her warm flesh against Amy's super-charged skin. 
Amy groaned as the older woman instantly began moving her hand downward, 
sliding her fingers over the velvety skin of the frustrated young woman's 
tense belly. Amy's groan deepened and she instinctively brought her legs 
together as she felt the blonde's hand creep through the silken black hair 
that covered her cunt. 

Clara stifled her own moans of pleasure by returning her mouth to Amy's tit. 
She sucked gently on Amy's firm tit globe then tongue whipped the younger 
woman's sensitive, erect nipple. She nibbled the tender area playfully, 
teasingly, before returning to a hungry sucking action. All the while, she 
rubbed her fingers boldly through Amy's glistening pussy patch, tracing a 
scorching path through the curly forest. 

As spontaneously as she had brought her thighs together, Amy parted them 
again as she felt Clara's hand rake through her cunt patch and brush softly 
over her throbbing, wet pussylips. Amy groaned in surprised excitement as 
the older woman suddenly pushed a rigid finger into Amy's cunt. 

Amy lifted herself, arching her back in answer to the wave of liquid 
pleasure that was washing through her nerves at the woman's seductive touch. 
The panting younger woman hung there for a long moment, paralyzed by the 
beautiful sensations of complete sexual arousal that the older woman's 
finger was bringing her as she moved it in ever-widening circles, stretching 
her cunt mouth wider and wider until she was able to wedge a second finger 
up into her smoldering fuckhole. 

Amy dropped back onto the bed and squirmed uncontrollably. The wet mouth her 
on tit and the hand in her cunt were going to make her come! It wouldn't 
take long now, she knew. Pleasure barged over her senses as her groans 
became screams of joy. 

Clara pulled her mouth off the younger woman's tit and found her lips. She 
pressed her mouth against Amy's lips and darted her serpent-like tongue 
straight into the younger woman's mouth while continuing to work her 
stroking fingers vigorously in and out of Amy's seething pussy. 

Amy began to twist and turn more violently with the raging sensations 
gyrating her nerves. She had never been so turned on in her life. 

Then, Clara pulled back, her mouth hovering just above Amy's, so close that 
Amy could feel the older woman's panting breath. "You could become 
habit-forming, baby," Clara purred. "You're such a sweet little package! I'm 
going to show you. what it's like to be made love to by another woman. 
You're going to discover how good it can be with a lover who knows what you 
need and how to do it!" 

Clara ducked her head and planted a wet kiss on Amy's neck. Then she 
continued downward, stopping momentarily over Amy's huge tits before 
traveling on toward the younger woman's flat belly. Amy felt another streak 
of panic mingled with the ecstasy. There was no doubt what Clara was about 
to do and Amy's instant worry was that she would like it too much. After 
this, will a man ever be able to thrill me, she wondered even as the 
sensations intensified. 

A terrible weakness seemed to smother Amy as the older woman's experienced 
kisses pelted her belly-button. She swooned as she felt Clara's hot breath 
on her shivering pussy. Then, with a cruel tease, the older woman deftly 
skipped over Amy's cunt and kissed along the satiny insides of her thighs. 
Instinctively, Amy opened her thighs wider, enough for Clara to get her 
blonde-haired head between them. 

Amy lay there on her back, helplessly surrendering to the delights the older 
woman was giving and just as excited by the sensual sight of Clara's head 
wedged between her spread thighs. She blinked her eyes up at the bedroom 
ceiling and gasped, sucking in air as her body trembled in eager 
anticipation. 

She shrieked out in utter joy at the first touch of Clara's tongue over the 
partly open, moist outer lips of her cunt. The shriek became a guttural 
scream of ecstasy as the older woman's tongue slashed from Amy's asshole all 
the way forward to the throbbing clit standing stiffly near the top of her 
hairy cuntslit. Clara's tongue touched her sensitive clit, then lapped at it 
with soft slaps. She closed her lips around the woman's spasming little fuck 
bud and massaged it with tender sucks as Amy bellowed out in pure lust. 

Pleasure racked her senses as Amy screamed with delight when Clara finally 
moved her tongue down the insides of Amy's spreading, pink-lined pussylips 
and darted it in and out of her cunthole. The older woman plunged her tongue 
several times into Amy's convulsing pussy, then returned her concentration 
to the younger woman's clit and upper cuntlips, lapping and washing them 
with her saliva. 

Amy was panting and moaning, twitching her ass around on the mattress, 
hanging onto the back of Clara's head with both hands, pressing the blonde's 
face harder against her burning twat. Ecstasy flooded her senses as she 
started coming with a terrific force. Her pussy juice splashed out of the 
depths of her cunt canal and sloshed onto the blonde's darting tongue and 
churning lips. 

"Oooohhh! God, I'm coming like never before!" Amy cried out in wild abandon, 
thrilling to the way the blonde was expertly eating her pussy. "Goddamn, I'm 
going to faint!" 

Her twitching pussy shuddered in unending spasms as one orgasm ended just as 
another began. Her cunt juice flowed like pent-up water bursting through a 
dam and her nerve endings seemed to smolder as desire flamed throughout her 
body. With a supreme effort, Amy mustered every ounce of strength inside her 
quaking body and pushed the blonde's head from between her thighs. Then she 
lay back, gasping for breath and experiencing the echoes of her orgasm 
finally fading throughout her senses. It was impossible for her to even 
think until her violent, joyous climax receded. 

"Feel better, darling?" Clara asked softly as she moved up to kiss Amy's 
mouth, the residue from Amy's orgasms still on her lush lips. 

Amy was too weak to answer. Her mind was in turmoil even as her body tingled 
in the pleasant afterglow of released lust. She had liked it. Shit, she had 
loved it! Her mind swirled as she gazed at the blonde's conical tits that 
hung directly above her face, inviting and beautiful. 

Then Clara ducked down and she kissed Amy's mouth again, allowing her big 
tits to brush against the younger woman's chest. 

Amy reached her arms around the blonde's neck and she pulled the older woman 
down on top of her. She returned the blonde's sensuous kiss by darting her 
stiffened tongue deep into Clara's receptive mouth and thrilled as she 
tasted her own cunt juice, The thoughts of doubt and worry were quickly 
coated over with renewed thoughts of lust and need as Amy ran her hands down 
over the blonde's back. She knew there would be plenty of time to worry 
about the consequences of enjoying the loving caresses and tongue-strokes of 
the other woman. Right now, Amy's hungry lust preoccupied her. 

She would question herself later. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Amy tongue-fucked Clara's mouth for long seconds as the blonde started 
squirming and groaning on top of her. Finally, the blonde pulled her mouth 
away from Amy's darting, active tongue and she moved up until her big tits 
were again dangling above the younger woman's face. 

Amy looked up at them and felt a now familiar warmth spring through her 
body. Just the alluring sight of the blonde's big, shapely tits was 
beginning to excite her and she had to give in to the sudden impulse to suck 
them into her mouth. Clara helped as she slowly dragged her nipple over 
Amy's partly opened mouth. Amy touched her tongue to the tip of it and the 
blonde squealed. The next instant, Clara's pointed tit was in Amy's mouth 
and she was pulling at it. Amy was experiencing a pulsating eruption of 
pleasure that sparked through her own tits and hammered deep inside the 
hidden pit of her cunt. 

The blonde was going crazy, wiggling and squirming while squealing with the 
sounds of pleasure as Amy's mouth churned on her captured tit. Then Amy 
switched to Clara's other tit and repeated her hungry sucking and tonguing 
of the sensitive orb. 

As the blonde's cries of joy intensified, she abruptly pulled herself 
farther up, freeing her tit from Amy's sucking lips. Before Amy could 
comprehend what the older woman was doing, the blonde had straddled the 
younger woman's face and had positioned her blonde-haired pussy directly 
above Amy's mouth. Amy choked back a surprised gasp as she stared up at the 
pussy hovering above her face. 

The warm feel of the downy insides of Clara's thighs against her cheeks 
seemed to calm her panic as Amy blinked at the close-up view of the blonde's 
cunt. She had never so closely examined any other woman's cunt before, and 
the size of Clara's pussy amazed her. It was slippery wet and -rimmed with 
thick, coarse blonde hair, just slightly darker than the hair atop her head. 
The blonde's cunt was clean and smelled nice and strangely provocative. 

Amy felt her panic slip behind a strong wave of eager excitement and she 
found herself suddenly tempted to perform the task that Clara obviously had 
in mind. Amy's timidity was quickly evaporating and she began to moan softly 
as she saw Clara's rawly open cunt slit coming closer and closer. Amy 
thrilled as she witnessed the older woman's pussylips stretching wide apart. 

Slowly, Amy raised her head to meet Clara's descending cunt, pursing her 
lips and pressing them into her friend's warm, wet pussy to kiss the heart 
of the blonde's fuckhole. The sweetness of the unique flavoring, blending 
with the intimate musk, presented a scent and a taste that were 
intoxicating. Amy closed her eyes and just let her senses drift away. 

The damp blonde hair of Clara's cunt-bush tickled Amy's lips as she darted 
her tongue straight into the older woman's juicy pussy slit. The delicate 
pussy folds parted easily, providing Amy's invading tongue easy passage into 
the simmering depths. Cuntflesh parted for her driving, slithering tongue as 
Amy greedily lapped the clinging juices and slurped them down. Clara's 
muffled, guttural moans from above spurred Amy on as she thrust her tongue 
deeper and deeper into the blonde's syrupy pussy slit. She plainly heard the 
blonde yelp with pleasure as her clit nudged against Amy's nose, igniting 
more passion throughout the blonde's shuddering body. 

Amy drank in the sweet nectar and boldly thrust her tongue all the way into 
Clara's cunt. She felt the blonde's fingers lace and tighten on her scalp as 
she began humping gently against Amy's face. Sensations swept over Amy as he 
found herself practically drowning under the woman, but she didn't waste any 
time trying to figure out the strangely erotic sensations she was 
experiencing. She was too busy tongue-fucking Clara's blonde-haired pussy 
and drinking the luscious, tangy juices that were secreting with a gushing 
force into her mouth. 

"Aaaahhhhh, yeeeaaahhh!" Clara groaned with a harsh whisper. "You sure learn 
fast, darling! You eat cunt like a real pro!" 

It was difficult for Amy to hear the blonde's praise, as the older woman's 
thighs were tightly clamped around Amy's ears, but it didn't matter. Amy was 
totally consumed with the job of kissing and sucking Clara's throbbing cunt. 
She nibbled and licked and plunged her stiffened tongue in and out of the 
blonde's soupy pussy, eager to return all the pleasure that the older woman 
had before given to her. She didn't even notice as the older woman slowly 
started turning around until Amy discovered that her nose was somehow now 
probing the puckered regions of Clara's asshole. 

She tried to gasp out in surprise, but the blonde's pussy remained plastered 
against her mouth, muting any sound. Amy reached up and gripped Clara's 
firm, round asscheeks in a vain attempt to lift the blonde off of her face. 
She succeeded only in spreading apart Clara's asscheeks and further exposing 
her shitter. At that moment, Clara leaned forward, stretching herself across 
Amy's chest and stomach until her face was inching down onto the younger 
woman's cunt. Amy used this opportunity to boldly knife her tongue straight 
into the offered shit chute. 

Clara bellowed a husky squeal of pure passion as she buried her face in 
Amy's cunt and lashed her tongue through the curly black hairs covering the 
younger woman's pussylips. Fresh horrors tried to streak through Amy's mind, 
but she quickly shut them out as she darted her tongue in and out of the 
blonde's tight asshole. 

Clara's lusty squeals grew into throaty cries as a stream of her sweet pussy 
nectar dripped from her quivering cuntlips and splashed onto Amy's chin. She 
pried apart the younger woman's hairy pussylips with her fingertips and 
snaked her hungry tongue hard into the seething, pink folds of Amy's inner 
cunt passage. 

The tart taste of Clara's asshole seemed to only drive Amy into a frenzy of 
tonguefucking motions as she slammed her searing tongue in and out of the 
blonde's tight, private shitter. Her mind and body sank into a spinning 
storm of heavenly delight that was almost more than she could endure. 

She felt the fluid of Clara's orgasm coating her face, but still she drove 
her tongue in and out of the blonde's asshole. Clara's expert tongue was 
performing magical wonders to Amy's cunt and she wasn't eager for the older 
woman to stop. A new fear gripped Amy as her senses jangled with vibrating 
ecstasy. She worried that if she stopped tongue-fucking the blonde's 
shitter, Clara might stop the marvelous licking and sucking she was doing to 
Amy's lust-starved cunt. No way did Amy want that to happen! 

Amy let out a scream of pleasure that got lost against the blonde's shapely 
asscheeks as Clara's tongue-tip flicked over her quivering clit. The hard, 
little pearl tingled with delight against the attack of the blonde's tongue, 
and Amy could no longer suppress her cries of joy. She fought to maintain 
the stroking motions of her tongue in and out of the blonde's shitter, but 
it soon became an impossible task. The sensations flooding her own senses 
made such concentration unthinkable as she swooned under the delightful 
tongue-strokes invading her shuddering pussy. 

Amy was on the verge of another fierce orgasm almost instantly, and she 
responded by humping her pelvis up wildly, thrusting her quaking pussy hard 
into the blonde's face. Clara reacted by plunging her stiffened tongue even 
harder into Amy's juice-drenched pussy and bouncing her ass lightly up and 
down on the younger woman's face. Both women cried out with squeals of lusty 
satisfaction as their cunts convulsed in trembling climaxes. 

Eventually, Clara slumped atop Amy and toppled off, gasping for breath 
beside the younger woman on the bed while Amy continued to groan 
passionately, savoring the rewards of yet another gratifying orgasm. She 
marveled at how pleasant coming could be and was secretly amazed that she 
had almost forgotten the glorious feeling. 

"Ummmmm, you are one horny little bitch," Clara whispered between gasps as 
she lazily scratched her fingernails around Amy's jutting tits. "Feel 
better?" 

Amy nodded and flashed a weak grin at the blonde. "Now I'm worried that 
you've introduced me to something I will get to like too well. Does that 
make any sense?" 

Clara chuckled and playfully slapped Amy's left thigh. "Afraid I've turned 
you into a raving lesbo, eh?" 

"Well, it is bothering me," Amy admitted, hoping that the trust she was 
placing in her neighbor was justified. 

"Forget it, honey," Clara said with a wink. "I'll even prove it to you that 
you haven't been turned off of cock," she added as she reached for the phone 
on the bedside nightstand. 

"Who are you calling?" Amy asked as panic once again gripped her. "I told 
you, Clara, that I'm not ready for some stud to come and service me. I'm not 
prepared to handle that. I've already got enough to worry about." 

"You have nothing to worry about, dear," Clara said soothingly. "What I have 
in mind shouldn't pose a threat to you. Besides, I've got to prove to you 
that a hard prick will still thrill you." 

"I'll take your word for it," Amy said with a small chuckle. 

Clara smiled and gently tweaked one of Amy's nipples while cradling the 
phone receiver in her free hand. "Brian," she said into the phone. "Come 
next door, darling. Mother has a swell treat for you. Mrs. Prescott would 
like to get better acquainted with you." 

Amy stiffened and her pulse quickened. She opened her mouth to protest, but 
couldn't find the words. That Clara was actually summoning her teenaged son 
for stud duty startled Amy into speechless dismay. She tried to express her 
shock but she couldn't muster the appropriate revulsion. Instead, a strange 
excitement suddenly raced through her. She wasn't ready to admit to herself 
that she had eyed the young boy more than once, especially lately, with more 
than casual notice. He was a good-looking boy just entering the delightful 
stage bordering childhood innocence and virile manhood. She watched Clara 
hang up the phone and faced the blonde with a shocked expression, even 
though her senses were secretly prickling with lusty anticipation. 

"Relax," Clara said with a hearty laugh. "Ease up and enjoy." Clara embraced 
Amy, pressing her big tits against the younger woman's huge, shapely tits. 
"You'll soon be convinced that a little nice girl-play won't make you a 
raving lesbo." 

Amy was quickly getting beyond the point of caring about anything. Her 
nipples were once again tingling into hard, rubbery beans and a sensual 
stirring deep in her cunt was propelling her toward another bout of ecstasy. 
Nothing else mattered for the moment. 

She roamed her hands over Clara's flawless back, thrilling to the satiny 
feel of her feminine flesh and quickly falling into the delirium of pleasure 
that had been absent until today. She shuddered as the blonde nibbled her 
lush lips along the side of Amy's neck and brushed her creamy thighs against 
the younger woman's black-thatched cunt. Electric sparks singed Amy's tits 
as they rubbed against Clara's, igniting additional sensations and causing 
her head to spin with desire and arousal. 

Amy heard the doorbell ring, but it was like a dull, distant sound to her 
ears. Clara's sucking lips were concentrating on her throbbing tits, while 
the blonde's knee was gently brushing Amy's wet cunt. Delicately, Clara 
pulled away from her and whispered that she would get the door. 

Amy lay passively with closed eyes, consumed by the glorious sensations 
rippling over her body and swelling her senses. She moaned happily when she 
felt Clara climbed back onto the bed and slip her arms gently around her. 
Amy blinked open her eyes and discovered that she was staring directly at 
the blonde's beautiful tits. She didn't hesitate as she drew one of Clara's 
tits into her mouth. She sucked gently and slowly, savoring the taste and 
texture of the luscious tit, delighting in the way Clara's pert nipple 
sprang to life inside her warm mouth. 

She was aware of Clara easing her up until Amy was on top of the lovely 
blonde. The maneuver was accomplished without Amy losing contract with the 
blonde's tit and Amy sighed with pleasure as she squirmed atop the shapely 
older woman. She didn't resist when Clara firmly pushed her downward. Amy 
was eager to apply herself wholly to the kissing and sucking of Clara's 
blonde-haired pussy. 

Amy settled between the blonde's long legs and she nestled her face against 
Clara's juice-slickened cunt. She darted her tongue through the woman's 
sensitive cunt flesh and thrilled as she heard the blonde's guttural 
approval. The taste of Clara's cunt drove Amy to new levels of passion as 
she worked her tongue feverishly through the delicate flesh. 

She was so intent on her pussy-eating chores that Amy wasn't aware of a 
third party climbing onto the bed behind her. Even when she felt a hand 
caressing her back and hips and upturned asscheeks, she thought that it was 
Clara responding to the tongue-fucking her pussy was receiving. 

It wasn't until Amy felt hard, ungentle fingers spreading apart her 
asscheeks, traveling the length of her asscrack and then dipping into her 
tightly puckered shitter, that she suddenly realized that someone else was 
on the bed with her and Clara. It jolted her back to sharp reality and 
provided her first recollection that Clara's teenaged son, Brian, was in the 
house. 

"Ooooohhhhh, don't stop!" Clara pleaded in a harsh, breathless tone, humping 
her hips up and thrusting her dripping cunt hard into Amy's mouth. "Keep 
eating my pussy! Brian will take good care of you. He's a fabulous 
cunt-sucker!" 

"No, no," Amy whined, her protests muffled as Clara forced the younger 
woman's lips against her pussy by clamping her thighs around Amy's head. 
"He's doing something to my ass!" 

"Don't worry, dear," Clara replied. "You must really turn him on if he's 
tonguing your asshole first." 

Amy struggled briefly before discovering it was impossible to free herself 
from the hot prison of Clara's thighs and juicy cunt. In the meantime, Brian 
was keeping her in position with his strong hands holding her ass up in the 
air, providing a ready target for whatever he planned. 

New horror streaked through Amy's mind as she felt Brian's hands spreading 
the cheeks of her ass as far as possible. Then he leaned forward and Amy was 
shocked beyond words to feel his tongue start at the rear of her pussy and 
lick right up to the base of her spine, then down again to concentrate on 
the hard, taut pucker of Amy's asshole. These were sensations that Amy had 
never experienced before, and they were almost more than her mind and body 
could endure. 

"Oh, no, no. Stop, please stop!" she cried in a voice barely able to travel 
through the wet confines of Clara's smothering cuntlips. "I can't take it 
any longer!" 

"You'll have to, dear," Clara said softly, continuing to hump her ass up and 
down gently on the mattress, squeezing her thighs even tighter around Amy's 
head, locking the younger woman's face against her quivering pussy. "A young 
stud like Brian isn't easy to handle if he gets horny and hard and isn't 
allowed to come. Sometimes he gets violent if he doesn't get his way. Boys 
will be boys, dear." 

As far as Amy could tell, Brian never replied. He was too busy keeping his 
tongue plunging in and out of her shit-chute with rapid, thrusting strokes. 
She groaned as her entire body trembled when the boy's tongue impaled her 
asshole deeper than she imagined possible. Shivers of delight rumbled 
throughout her body as the boy lustfully tongue-fucked her shitter, 
dribbling his warm saliva into her buttery channel. Then just as the 
sensations gyrated to remarkable intensity, the boy suddenly pulled back, 
abandoning her shitter. 

Again, Amy felt the boy's fingers prying apart her asscheeks and she tensed 
involuntarily, wondering what to expect next. The answer came almost 
immediately and she shrieked as she felt the boy's cockhead push against her 
rebelling tight asshole. Her scream was choked off by Clara's cunt and Amy 
could do nothing to escape the plunging rigid prick that was now fucking 
into her painfully snug shitter. 

Amy let out another scream, which died abruptly against Clara's cuntlips, 
and she tried to pull away from the boy's fucking cock. She succeeded in 
only pushing her face harder into Clara's convulsing pussy, shutting off 
further screams. Besides, it was too late to struggle. Brian's hard prick 
was already wedged deep into her muscle-tightened asshole. 

At least the boy wasn't oversized, Amy thought as she gradually relaxed and 
adjusted to the feeling of having a cock imbedded in her shitter. She made 
one last futile attempt to free herself by shaking her ass violently, but 
his cock was imbedded too deeply inside her. Then he began to pump against 
her, faster and faster as Clara bucked her cunt harder and harder onto Amy's 
face. 

Amy went limp for long moments, letting the two of them have their way with 
her. She tried to ignore the pain that the unaccustomed invasion of her 
shitter was causing her. Then as if her senses were playing a cruel trick on 
her, Amy felt the stinging, bubbling reblossoming of arousal creeping 
through her nerves. 

Slowly, the pain grew into pleasure that heated her brain and the perverted 
use of her body was gradually forgotten. She was ashamed and hated herself 
for being so weak, for allowing herself to enjoy it, but there was no 
denying her true feelings. The boy's brutal attack was transforming her 
outrage and discomfort into a glow of utter delight. Her painful grunts soon 
became groans of joy as she began sucking on Clara's cunt with a new vigor 
and vengeance. 

She felt Clara's orgasm catch on, felt the spasming of her clit and pussy 
walls, tasted the fresh flow of warm, slick juice that the climax induced. 
She didn't let up. She kept sucking and chewing, poking at the blonde's 
fuckhole with her tongue until Clara shuddered in another quick orgasm. 

Then Amy became aware of a blinding, building pressure in her cunt, a 
shimmering bubble of expectancy in her guts. And then at the very height of 
her rapture, her brain seethed and her body lurched and every nerve in her 
body trembled and vibrated. It was at that same moment that Brian blasted 
his hot load into her shitter, flooding her canal to overflowing, his come 
flowing out of her asshole at both sides of his spurting prick to dribble 
down the insides of her widespread thighs. 

So violent was the explosion inside her asshole that it triggered her own 
eruption of cunt juice, filling her with sensations that were more than her 
body could stand. With a long, loud moan she collapsed and lay there shaking 
and quivering as a complete blackness swept every conscious thought from her 
exploding mind. 

She came around slowly, cautiously, as if afraid of what awaited her in a 
conscious state. Her body and mind were both numbed from the pleasant 
exhaustion of over-indulgence. Finally, she blinked her eyes open and moved 
out from between Clara's thighs. She moved with heavy effort, her entire 
body aching and seemingly drained of all vitality. She glanced over her 
shoulder and immediately stared in wide-eyed amazement at the sight of young 
Brian holding his hard cock in both hands, stroking up and down his 
vein-ribbed, red cockshaft, a lewd grin spreading across his boyish face. 

"Ain't he something?" Clara said. "He practices on me all the time." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

After a short nap, it was agreed that Brian could watch as the two women 
showered. The boy had jacked himself off to a second climax, and Amy was 
awe-struck when she saw that he was once again absently stroking his 
engorged prick while watching her and his mother shower. 

"It sure has been a blessing having an able-bodied stud around the house," 
Clara said casually as the spraying shower water cascaded down on them. She 
winked at Amy. "It got me through a lot of lonely, long nights." 

The blonde's words shocked Amy. That anything else could possibly shock her 
was surprising. After the wild experiences she had already experienced, Amy 
figured there was nothing left to jar her senses. 

"You and your own son?" she asked incredulously. 

Clara chuckled. "Hell, baby, somebody was going to break him in. Might as 
well have been his own mother that got his boy-cherry. I've got to admit, he 
learned real fast." She leaned close to Amy. "The horny little fucker keeps 
me well-fucked. I sometimes dread coming home after a hot date because I'm 
afraid the kid will be waiting for me with that prick of his. Shit, 
sometimes my cunt is so raw, I have to grit my teeth." She snorted a low 
chuckle. "And he's already like most men. The little bastard won't take no 
for an answer when his balls are full and his prick is hard." 

Amy grunted. "That's probably all the time," she said, gesturing toward the 
boy and his erect cock. Her mind wandered over what it must have been like 
for Clara, having the nerve to train her own young, virile stud. The notion 
quickly scaled into an exotic fantasy as Amy mulled it over. She felt her 
nipples harden under the pelting shower water and she quickly tried to clear 
her mind of lusty thoughts. The last thing she wanted was to encourage her 
horny neighbors into another round of wild fucking and sucking. Enough is 
enough, she decided firmly. 

Clara and her son left shortly before dark, and Amy busied herself with 
preparing dinner for one. She wanted to keep busy and preoccupied so she 
wouldn't have time to dwell on the bothersome, yet erotic, activities of the 
day. She dreaded any reappearance of guilt, and keeping active with more 
mundane chores might postpone any unpleasant feelings and worries. 

Amy's plan worked until she crawled into bed at midnight. The big, empty bed 
seemed to swallow her and exaggerate her lonely feeling. Eddie, as usual, 
was on the road and wasn't due home for three more days. At first, she 
thought his absence would be of benefit. She had figured it would give her 
more time to deal with the guilt and allow her to reject the nagging worries 
that she could be a closet lesbo in addition to being the third point in a 
strange, incestuous triangle. But as she lay awake in the early morning 
hours, she couldn't stop her mind from constantly replaying the lewd events 
of the day. She relived the moments in great detail and discovered that the 
vivid memories were steaming her up. 

Almost without thinking, she slipped her fingers down to her juicy cuntlips, 
stroking her quivering clit. Her mind filled with images of Brian and his 
young, hard cock, and she started squirming her ass against the mattress. An 
involuntary shudder quaked through her crotch as he recalled the way the boy 
had hungrily tongued her asshole before drilling his prick in and out of her 
shitter. 

Abruptly, she stopped herself and jerked her hands away from her hot cunt. 
This is crazy, she scolded herself. Every opening of my body is sore as 
hell, and here I am, finger-fucking myself again! Shit, I'm no lesbo! I'm a 
fucking nympho! 

Amy awoke later than usual the next morning. She hadn't slept well, plagued 
the whole night by startling dreams of sucking another woman's cunt and 
taking a strange cock up her asshole. When she did awake, she was relieved 
to discover that guilt wasn't so much a problem as she had first imagined. 
What was troubling, however, was the surprising fact that she, a lady deeply 
in love with her husband, was suddenly obsessed with getting a teenaged 
boy's cock into her pussy. 

It was almost noon before she ran out of excuses to do what she had been 
planning to do since late last night. She dressed in tight white shorts and 
a snug-fitting blue cotton pullover that showed off her shapely tits, then 
strolled out of the house. She pretended to be studying the flowerbed lining 
the front of her house while actually glancing next door, trying to 
determine if Clara was at home. Her car wasn't in the driveway, so Amy 
ventured across her lawn and onto Clara's property. She moved quickly up the 
front walk to Clara's porch, then rang the bell before she could talk 
herself out of it. 

The boy probably isn't even at home, Amy thought as she impatiently rang the 
bell a second time. She started to back off the porch when she heard 
footsteps approaching the door from inside the house. Her heart thumped 
loudly and her pulse pounded at an alarming rate as the door opened and the 
boy stood on the threshold, squinting at her with a slow, leering smile. 

"Hello, Brian," Amy said softly, mad at herself for the red-hot blush that 
colored her cheeks. "Is your mother home?" 

The boy's gaze locked on her jutting tits pushing out the front of her 
pullover, and he shook his head without taking his gaze off the appealing 
view. "No, Mrs. Prescott," the boy said in a surprisingly husky voice. "She 
had to meet some people and show them a couple of houses." 

Amy felt a tightening in the pit of her stomach as excitement surged through 
her veins. "Well, I really came to see you, Brian. You think your mother 
would mind if you came over to my house for a few minutes. I need a strong 
man to help me with a leaky pipe." She braved a sly smile, anxious to see if 
the boy could read her motive. 

Brian blinked his eyes up to her face, then lowered them quickly back down 
to the swelling of her huge tits. His grin broadened and Amy thrilled with 
confidence as she detected the hint of a blush now coloring the boy's face. 

"Come on," she said boldly, growing assertive in response to his blush. She 
reached out to take the boy's hand. "You won't be sorry." 

"Sure, I can bet," he said, stepping out onto the porch, closing the front 
door behind him. "I'm good at fixing plumbing problems." 

Amy walked back to her house as the boy followed. They went straight for the 
bedroom, which suited Amy fine. At least the boy had some snap to him, she 
thought as she wasted no time stripping off her pullover and tight shorts. 
She slipped quickly under the bed covers and watched while the boy stripped. 

He was a cute kid with longish hair not quite as blonde as his mother's. A 
boyish lacing of freckles dotted the bridge of his nose and suntanned 
cheeks. His pale-blue eyes were alert and quick. When she studied his facial 
features, she was reminded of his youth, and fearing a creeping chill of 
guilt, she hastily concentrated her attention on his more manly features. 
Her scheme worked, and instantly any guilt traces evaporated as his 
half-hard cock came into view. 

Spasms tickled her juicing cunt as she gazed at the amazing sight of his 
young cock leaping into proud erection, springing like an inflating balloon, 
jutting from the sparse sprout of wispy crotch fuzz that shaded the base of 
his pulsating cock and dangling balls. A soft groan escaped her lips as the 
boy stepped toward the bed, his cock stretching straight out as if leading 
him to the destination. 

She had the immediate urge to suck his prick, press her ripe lips around his 
impressively thick cock root and swirl her tongue up and down his 
velvety-slick cockshaft. He aggressively straddled her slender waist, aiming 
his rigid prick directly between her sheet covered tits. She felt the warmth 
of his crotch sear through the bedcovers and heat her waist as she gently 
brushed her fingertips over his swollen cockhead. 

"Play with my balls, too," he said in a firm voice as his strong hands 
squeezed her tits through the bedcovers. His smiling face did as much to 
unsettle Amy's confidence in being the dominant one of their horny twosome 
as did his explicit instruction. This kid knew what he liked. "Yeah, that's 
good;" She cupped his balls with her left hand while fluttering the 
fingertips of her right hand over his shiny prickhead. 

"You seem very experienced for such a young man," Amy said, hoping to 
project a worldly tone of her own. "Do you have lots of girlfriends?" 

He shrugged and peeled the bedcovers back, revealing her firm, big tits. 
"I've fucked a couple of high-school girls, but mostly I get all the pussy I 
want from my old lady. She ain't a bad piece for such an old broad." 

Amy gasped a surprised chuckle. "Your mother isn't exactly old, you know," 
she said lightly as she scooted her fingers all the way down to the base of 
Brian's cock. 

"Why don't you stop stalling, Mrs. Prescott, and give yourself a taste of my 
prick," the boy said, thrusting his cock up toward her face as he dragged 
his crotch across her stomach and chest until he managed to rest his balls 
between her tits. "I go nuts when my old lady slobbers all over my cock." 

Amy stifled another shocked gasp and fought to present a cool attitude. She 
decided to re-establish herself as the one in control, even though she knew 
it was a bluff. "Why don't you stop calling me Mrs. Prescott," she said with 
a smirk. "What you and I have already been through together makes such 
formality a little ridiculous." 

The boy cracked a wide grin. "Sure, Amy," he said calmly, jabbing his 
prickhead closer to her moist lips. "Now let's see how good of a cocksucker 
you are." 

She squeezed his balls sharply, keeping the smirk in place on her face. Now 
he gasped in surprise as she said, "I do my best cocksucking when my cunt is 
getting licked. Can you handle that?" 

His startled expression slowly melted into another familiar grin. "I think 
you know what my tongue can do," he said smugly. 

She giggled and nodded. There was no use denying that. He flopped over onto 
his back beside her, his head facing her feet. He ran his hands over her 
creamy thighs, teasingly darting his fingertips through her bushy cunt as he 
leaned his face closer and closer toward the lovely target. 

Amy turned slightly on her side and delicately wrapped both hands around his 
balls and prick-base. She sighed with pleasure as she probed his engorged 
cockhead with her tongue-tip. She squealed softly when the boy's hot breath 
bathed her pussy and she felt his fingertips spread apart her seething 
cuntlips. She suddenly ducked forward and engulfed half of his cock inside 
her mouth while swinging her right leg over the boy's shoulders, giving him 
easier access to her quivering clit and convulsing cunt. 

Slowly she ran her tongue upward along the underside of his rampant prick 
while continuing to keep her lips pressed tightly around his throbbing 
cockshaft. Her mouth filled with the heat radiating off his fuck-rod, and 
she loved the way the boy twitched and jerked in response to her tonguing 
and sucking manipulations on his eager prick. Gradually, she eased the 
pressure of her lips and swallowed the entire length of his trembling cock. 
She swooned in ecstasy, enjoying the taste of his prick. She never allowed 
her tongue to rest as she lapped it over every inch of his sensitive 
prick-flesh while gently milking his balls with her hands. 

A deeper groan of pure lust belched from her mouth when the boy's tongue 
found her elongated clit perched near the top of her hairy cunt slit. He 
proved amazingly gifted at toying with her sensitive fuck-bud as he flicked 
his tongue knowingly over her clit. Then he raked his teeth over the 
delicate pearl, and Amy yelped out in rapture before increasing the suction 
on his prick. 

She was panting, rattling his cock with vibrations when Brian slithered his 
stiffened tongue directly into her cunthole. She heard the slurpy sounds he 
made as he snaked his tongue deeper and deeper through her drenched cunt, 
knifing into her syrupy pussy. Glorious ecstasy exploded throughout her 
senses as she instinctively rammed her pussy against his mouth to meet his 
invading tongue and to further impale it between her shuddering cunt walls. 
She shrieked as she felt her cunt juice gush through her pussy, splash over 
the boy's tongue and seep out onto her hairy pussylips. 

Amy moved her head back and forth, increasing the speed as she slid her lips 
up and down his pulsating prick, sucking harder and harder, determined to 
drain his boy-cream out of him. The twitching and jerking of his limbs 
intensified as she realized he was about to spill his hot load down her 
throat. She braced herself for his eruption even as she squirmed her cunt in 
frantic circles against his mouth. Then he bellowed a cry of passion and his 
cock leaped inside her mouth, spurting his come in thick waves. 

Amy clamped her lips around the base of his shooting prick and fought to 
keep her mouth in place as his cock and the rest of his body jerked 
violently. She sucked his wad, frantic to swallow the huge load without 
choking or spilling much of his precious come. 

Finally, the boy's stream of blasting come slowed to a weak trickle and his 
raging fuckpole began to soften. Still she kept her lips planted around the 
base of his shrinking cock, sucking just as viciously as before, making sure 
to totally drain his jizz. Through it all, Brian worked his tongue without 
interruption, spearing her spasming cunt and sending Amy into a series of 
involuntary gyrations that threatened to dislodge his mouth from her pussy. 

Eventually, the boy's cock became too small for her lips to effectively 
grip, and she allowed it to slip out of her mouth. Then she fell back on the 
mattress, spread her satiny thighs wide apart and interlaced her fingers 
against the back of the boy's head, pressing his face harder into her wet 
cunt. She panted and cried out passionately as she felt his darting tongue 
pierce her slippery pussy and knife in and out of her fuck-canal. She arched 
her back and hips, and planted her wide-spread feet firmly and flat on the 
mattress for support. She grunted as she pushed the boy's face harder and 
harder into her burning, juice-flowing pussy, totally oblivious to 
everything except the marvelous pleasure his ardent tongue stabbing was 
providing. 

She clenched her eyes shut and saw a fireworks display of exploding rockets, 
mirroring the reaction of her senses and nerves to the utter ecstasy of her 
intensifying orgasms. Her entire pussy was engulfed in a shuddering orgy as 
it convulsed and churned around his fuck-stroking tongue. 

Brian suddenly pulled his head back, breaking her hold and freeing his face 
from the mouth of her juice-coated, vibrating cunt. She groaned in obvious 
dismay and disappointment. But before her fuzzy mind had a chance to clear, 
her eyes focused on the boy just as he positioned himself on his knees 
between her spread thighs and aimed his once-again-hard prick right at her 
puffy cuntlips. In the next instant he rammed his cock forward and his 
swollen prickhead penetrated her glistening pussy. 

The sensations quickly spread out to every inch of her body as his rampaging 
prick fucked to the hilt into her pussy. The second his cockhead hit bottom, 
he jerked it back out with a strong flick of his hips and pelvis, only to 
slam his steely-hard prick back inside her cunt again and again. 

His fucking strokes mounted into a rapid pace quickly as she flapped her 
legs helplessly open and together against the trunk of his body. Her pants 
and groans soon became loud guttural screams and cries as his stroking cock 
scorched her tender, quivering cuntlips and filled her shuddering pussy, 
igniting a glorious friction. 

"Oooohhhhh, God!" she yelled as she gripped hunks of the bedspread in her 
fists. She couldn't muster the energy to hump her ass and meet the hard 
thrusts of his pounding prick. She just lay there accepting the terrific 
fucking of his cock as the sensations stretched her nerves and senses to the 
breaking point. "I can't stand it any longer!" she shouted in a hoarse 
scream. "Goddamn, I'm dying!" 

Her cunt juice gushed in an endless river from the depths of her pussy and 
sloshed over his cock as her cries of joy dampened into whimpers of spent 
ecstasy. Still, the virile, horny boy fucked his prick into her hungry cunt 
without a hint of slowing the tremendous pace. She had long ago given up 
trying to count her orgasm as they rumbled on top of each other, blending 
into a single, unending, gigantic come. 

His wild fucking continued until he grunted, tensed, and she guessed that he 
was finally shooting his second load of the day into her pussy. She watched 
as he eventually pulled back and studied the provocative sight of his jism 
trickling out of her cunt, to run in rivulets down to the sheet. 

He lay beside her and they clasped their arms around one another. In a few 
seconds, Amy felt herself drifting toward a deep, satiated sleep. She 
slipped her right hand down and covered his resting cock gently. She 
welcomed sleep with a satisfied grin spreading her lips, secure in the 
feeling that she was too tired to be bothered by guilt. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

At first she thought the sweet tingling in her tits was part of the lusty 
dream she had been enjoying. But the pleasant sensations persisted until her 
tits throbbed with such a fiery passion that Amy came awake, startled by a 
feeling too real for any dream. When she blinked open her blue eyes, she 
discovered that, indeed, the pleasure she was experiencing was too great to 
belong in a vague, fuzzy dream. Brian was busy sucking and licking first one 
of her tits, then switching to the other one, stuffing huge amounts of 
tit-flesh into his hot mouth. 

She groaned softly and squirmed slightly while thrilling to the boy's 
provocative chewing and licking. She couldn't help experiencing a sliver of 
envy directed toward Clara for being lucky enough to have permanent use of 
such a horny stud. 

"You sure know how to wake up a lady," she said, closing her fingers around 
his hard, pulsating cock. "I can see why your mother loves having you around 
the house. Do you ever get tired of fucking?" 

He glanced up at her without taking his mouth away from her tits. Then he 
relaxed his lips and sneered. "You gotta be crazy, lady," he said. "I can't 
get enough pussy. Besides, big tits turn me on. You and my old lady have 
great tits. I can't decide which pair I like the best." 

She grinned and squeezed his hard prick. "Just keep trying to decide, kid," 
she said with a giggle. "I love the way you bite my nipples. It makes my 
pussy wet." 

"Yeah. My old lady likes that, too," he said. He slipped his fingers down to 
her pussy and ran fingertips up and down her cunt slit. "You older broads 
really get horny easy," he said with a short snort. "I always figured my old 
lady got horny because she didn't used to get steady prick. But, hell, 
you're the same way and you're married. Your old man a queer?" 

The blunt question jarred Amy, and she recovered with a chuckle. "No, my old 
man isn't queer," she said. "He's really a super guy and a great husband. I 
love him very much." She moved her hand off of the boy's twitching prick and 
tried to turn away from him. 

"Hey, don't get pissed, Amy," he said, holding her firmly with a hand that 
dropped from her cuntlips to her inner thigh. "I didn't mean to insult your 
old man. I was just curious." 

"That's the first time you've called me by my first name," she said. "It 
sounds better than 'lady.' I like it." 

"In that case, Amy, why don't you show me how much you like it?" he said 
with a lewd smile as he pressed her head downward, making no secret of what 
he wanted her to do. 

Amy didn't resist as she ran her tongue along his hairless, boyish chest, 
lingering just long enough to tease his pointy little nipples with her 
tongue-tip, eager to close her mouth around his rigid fuck-stick. His 
pressing hands helped guide her snaking tongue toward its ultimate 
destination while he groaned in happy anticipation. 

She rubbed her nose and cheeks over his hard, hot cock, delighting in the 
feelings his satiny-skinned prickhead was giving her. She continued to 
nestle her face against his straining prick as she hunched on her knees 
between his spread legs, kicking the bedcovers off of them in the process. 

"Mmmmmm!" she moaned as his ivory-like cock scorched the flawless flesh of 
her face while she nudged it with her nose and brow and chin and cheeks, 
rocking her head in swaying, slow motions. She inhaled the intoxicating 
aroma of his youthful maleness and enjoyed the quivering and dampening of 
her cuntlips. "You're making me realize how much I love sucking cock." 

She stabbed her tongue into his fuzz-covered ball-sac and thrilled at the 
way his lively young balls swam against her licking tongue. She heard his 
throaty sigh of appreciation and that encouraged her to part her lips and 
suck his balls into her mouth. She munched carefully on his balls, 
completely preoccupied with her work. She was totally carried away with the 
marvelous way his young balls popped freely around inside her mouth. 

She felt the now-familiar sticky wetness glazing her cuntlips, plastering 
the curly black hairs of her pussy as her throbbing clit hardened and begged 
for attention. 

The boy apparently was eager for his engorged cock to receive some of her 
oral talents. Amy heard him grunt and snort a guttural order just before his 
strong hands gripped her shoulders and pulled her away from his 
saliva-bathed balls. He coaxed her head up until her mouth could easily 
engulf his bloated prickhead. 

"Suck it!" he commanded with an urgency that both alarmed and excited her. 
"Lick and suck my prick just like you did my balls. Yeah, yeah. Oh, 
yeeeeeaaahhh! Suck it, Amy! Suck it!" 

She planted her lips around the rim of his fuck-knob and allowed her warm 
saliva to wash his shiny, swollen prick-head. After lathering up the 
super-sensitive surface, she flicked her tongue across his cock-tip, 
dragging her tongue over his piss-slit and making the boy yelp with pleasure 
and surprise. She groaned as she tasted the salty cream of his pre-come that 
was gathered just inside his pissslit. 

With an abruptness that startled her and momentarily choked her, the boy 
suddenly snapped his hips, thrusting his pulsating prick violently upward, 
slamming his cock all the way into her mouth. She gagged, then quickly 
adjusted her tongue, making it possible for her to feel the tip of his 
fuck-knob brush her throat. Instinctively, she sucked on his intruding cock 
even as his wispy-light crotch hair tickled her lips. 

Then he stroked his prick in and out of her mouth, pistoning his fuck-pole 
in a frenzy as he grabbed his balls in a desperate attempt to hang on during 
his violent fucking. Her sucking motions intensified, keeping pace with his 
speeding fuck-strokes, and she swooned in ecstasy as his flaming-hot 
prick-flesh seared in and out between her lips and filled her mouth with its 
devastating force and power. 

A sudden orgasm exploded in the pit of her fuck-channel, convulsing her 
pussy into spasms as she fought to tame the young, wild cock that ravished 
her mouth and throat. She tugged gently on his balls with her fingers while 
churning her mouth around his plunging prick. She clamped her lips as tight 
as possible, making a snug pocket for his prick to penetrate and braced 
herself for his climax. 

His eruption came with a violent gush, slamming into her mouth in thick, hot 
waves. Amy gulped his jism frantically, slapping the underside ridge of his 
draining cock with her tongue. His cries of pleasure drowned out her moans 
as she swallowed his hearty load, enjoying the salty taste of his creamy 
jism and the ecstatic twitching in her juicy cunt. 

Amy squirmed her ass up in the air as her knees rested between the boy's 
spread thighs, balancing her on the bed. Her throbbing tits and stinging, 
tingling nipples grazed against the mattress, stimulating her even more as 
she drank every drop of his come. So great was her rapture with swallowing 
the boy's come and savoring the sensations electrifying her senses, that the 
resounding smack across her uplifted asscheeks caused her to freeze as cold 
fear contracted her guts. She had no chance to react before hearing the 
angry sound of her husband's voice. 

"Get out of that bed, you goddamn slut!" Eddie thundered, driving his opened 
hand across her exposed asscheeks again. "Move it, bitch! When I get 
finished with you, you'll have to gum the little bastard next time!" 

Amy scrambled off the bed, a startled scream ripping from her throat as 
animal-fear overtook her. She saw Brian's cock wilt into a cringing red 
stump of flesh just as the boy rolled off the bed, dashed naked out of the 
room and ran out of the house. 

"A fucking punk kid!" Eddie raged, his fiery eyes blazing twin holes in Amy 
as she backed into a corner, her frightened scream muffling into gasping 
whimpers. "Goddamn, you don't even stab me in the back with another man. You 
seduce some motherfucking kid!" 

"Eddie! Stop, Eddie!" she begged, cowing down and holding her hands out to 
him with stretched arms. "Please, it's not like you think! Let me explain!" 

"That's a laugh!" he shouted, approaching her with an ugly expression 
graying his face. "I saw it, bitch! What's to explain?" 

"Please, Eddie!" she panted through sobs. Residue of the boy's wad still 
glazed her tongue, now sickening her as her fear turned her guts into icy 
slush. "I never wanted to hurt you! Believe me! I'm not interested in anyone 
else. I love you and always will, but you don't satisfy me! You haven't once 
made me come since I've known you! Oh, please try to understand!" Her words 
burst from her mouth, blurting the truth without censorship or 
sugar-coating. As her mind whirled in frightened agony, she couldn't think 
of a better way to save herself for the moment. There was no misreading the 
murderous glint in his pale-blue eyes, and she silently prayed that the 
truth, even if painful or degrading, would spare her much punishment. 

Her words seemed to knock Eddie off balance. His forceful, deliberate steps 
wobbled and the blaze in his eyes seemed to cool slightly as he blinked at 
her with slow comprehension. 

Gathering encouragement from the obvious way in which her blunt words had 
struck home, Amy added, "I do love you, Eddie. That's why I've been torn by 
guilt all the months. But, shit, you've driven me to it! I've been so 
fucking frustrated and horny that I thought I was going crazy. I've 
finger-fucked myself to sleep more nights than I can remember. I've gotten 
up in the mornings with the same old dull ache in my cunt so often that I 
started believing it was natural! Damn you, I should be the one pissed off!" 

"I'm warning you to shut your face, bitch," Eddie snapped. There was still a 
snarl in his tone, but the heated rage seemed to be distinctively absent. 
"If all of this is true and you're not just a horny slut on the prowl for 
young cock, then why didn't you mention something about it to me before 
now?" 

Amy gulped the fear that had been choking her throat and tried to keep her 
voice from shaking as she responded. "I started to do just that so many 
times, Eddie." She took a bold risk and stepped gingerly toward her husband. 
"I wanted to discuss it with you, but I never got the nerve. I didn't want 
to hurt you or embarrass you. Don't you see, honey? Besides, at first I 
thought maybe the whole thing was my problem. I thought that I was doing 
something wrong. Then, in talks with Clara, I found out that I wasn't wrong 
and-" 

"Clara?" Eddie shouted, interrupting her. "What the fuck does she have to do 
with you? You've been spreading your shit all over the goddamn 
neighborhood?" 

"Listen to me, Eddie," she said soothingly, gently placing her hands on her 
husband's shoulders. "Clara is my friend and she has helped me with this 
problem." 

"Yeah, I just saw one of the great ways she's been helping you," Eddie 
scoffed. "That was her kid you were sucking off. What do you think Clara 
would do if I told her? More importantly, what are you going to do if the 
kid tells her about it?" 

Amy braved a small grin. "Eddie, she won't be shocked." 

"Wanna bet?" 

"Sure. How much?" Her smile broadened and her teary eyes twinkled with a 
sparkling radiance. "Clara, Brian and I had a wild threesome fucking session 
yesterday. It's true." 

Her heart pounded so loud that Amy had to assume that Eddie could hear it as 
she went ahead with her bold gamble. She realized the risk she was taking, 
but she had decided that admitting all and trying to explain it accurately 
was her best chance of escaping his fury and saving her marriage. She 
searched his face carefully to see hints of her gamble paying off or 
backfiring. Waiting for his reaction was proving to be the worst torture she 
had ever endured. 

His expression of blank anger slowly transformed into a look of astonished 
dismay. "Are you telling me that Clara and her kid and you all rolled around 
together?" His voice was soft and didn't reveal any emotion. "Something like 
that actually happened, and you were right in the middle of it?" 

She nodded, literally holding her breath. "To be exact, Clara and I 
sixty-nined while her kid fucked my ass. I didn't think I would ever stop 
coming." 

A strange gleam flashed from Eddie's eyes as his mouth curved into a sneer. 
"How long have you been eating pussy on the side?" 

"Yesterday was the first time," she admitted, still desperate for any 
indication of his reaction to what he was hearing. "I was afraid I would 
like it so much, it would turn me into a lesbo." She chuckled dryly. "I've 
learned I like eating pussy and having my cunt sucked by another woman, but 
it only increases my desire to suck cock and have a huge prick stuffed 
inside my pussy. And since you have what must be the biggest prick on a 
mortal man, I've decided that having you fuck me is the best bet of all." 

"Except that I have a quick trigger. Is that right?" His pale-blue eyes 
leveled on her face for the first time since she had been holding his 
shoulders. 

"It's nothing we can't work on and fix," Amy said grinning bravely, hoping 
she had broken the delicate news without shattering his ego too much. 

Suddenly a coldness swept over his features and Amy knew immediately that 
her optimistic hopes had been premature. "Maybe I don't have a problem at 
all," he said, a rough edge cutting back into his tone as he stared down 
into her face without blinking. "Maybe you're just being very cute, blaming 
me for catching you sucking a kid's cock. In fact, I think I should find out 
just how good your mouth works. You probably get a lot of standing ovations 
from punk kids who can't tell the difference between a good blow job and the 
nozzle of a vacuum cleaner. Let's see how good you are when it's a grown 
man's prick you've got to suck." 

"Eddie, listen-" 

He shut off her words by grabbing her shoulders and pressing her down to her 
knees with vicious force. The strength of his arms was no match for her as 
he buckled under his rough handling. Trembling fear returned, shaking her 
body as she found herself submissively kneeling in front of him, her face 
level with his crotch. 

"What are you waiting for, bitch?" he snapped, placing his huge hands on the 
back of her head and tugging on her short black hair. "You accustomed to 
getting applause before you perform? Well, not with me, baby. You have to 
earn a compliment from a man." 

Amy reached up with trembling hands and she fumbled with his belt and pants 
fly. She tried to calm herself but it was impossible. She choked back sobs 
that gathered at the base of her throat and blinked back tears that 
collected in the corners of her eyes. Her heart was again pumping wildly 
while her pulse pounded deafeningly in her ears. Finally, without any help 
from him, she managed to open his slacks and jerk them down below his hips. 
She did the same thing with his shorts and found herself staring straight at 
his bulging eleven-inch cock, standing stiffly atop his balls that equalled 
the size of tennis balls. 

Even now, in her terrified state, the spectacular sight of his mammoth 
fuck-pole and balls caused an involuntary shudder to rumble through her cunt 
and fan out over her entire body, leaving her breathless and gaping in true 
wonderment. Even now, after months of marriage, she still gaped with utter 
fascination and amazement each time she gazed upon his massive cock and 
bloated balls. It was a glorious sight, which she knew would never lose its 
novelty or magnetic appeal. Pure lust bubbled deep inside her every time she 
witnessed his huge prick towering into full hardness. That the appearance of 
his tremendous cock belied its actual ability remained a problem that didn't 
detract from the pleasure of viewing it. 

His fingers tightened on her scalp and he yanked viciously on her hair, 
forcing her face hard against his swollen, bulbous cockhead. Her lush lips 
contacted the velvety tip of his gigantic fuck-knob and she instinctively 
parted them enough to capture a small portion of his engorged, sensitive 
prickhead in her mouth. She felt him shudder the instant she darted her 
tongue tentatively across his piss-slit and it gave her the idea of how she 
could readily prove her point. 

Suddenly, she worked her lips and tongue into a whirling frenzy, lathering 
the top half of his huge prickhead with her hot saliva. She opened her mouth 
to the limit and engulfed the entire knob, straining her jaws and risking 
suffocation as it filled her mouth to capacity. She lifted her hands up to 
his balls and kneaded them with milking manipulations as she churned her 
packed mouth around his throbbing prickhead. 

Then to her horror, he tugged her head even closer to him, ramming his rigid 
prick deeper into her crammed mouth. She gagged immediately, but forced 
herself to continue sucking on his fuck-tool. Again, he jerked her head 
harder toward his crotch, and Amy discovered her air supply being snuffed 
out as his mammoth prick lodged against the back of her throat. She tried to 
pull back, but his strong hands kept her in place, choking on his huge cock. 

At that moment she heard him grunt, and relief surged through her as she 
realized he was on the verge of coming. She sucked even harder, gagging as 
she did, but receiving the spasming gushes of his thick load almost 
immediately for her efforts. The blast of his jism practically knocked her 
backward, but his hands remained locked in place on the back of her head and 
escape was impossible as she bolted down the waves of his shooting cream. 

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" he bellowed as his tremendous prick drained into her 
mouth. "Drink that, bitch! Swallow all of it! Don't waste a drop! What's the 
matter? Forget how to handle a real man's cock?" 

His burning load was sizzling her throat as it propelled straight down to 
her guts, and she had to gargle through her gagging reflexes as his giant 
prick leaped against the roof of her mouth and her throat. I'm going to 
drown on his jizz, she told herself with a resigned calm. Then just in time, 
his gushing wad slowed and she was able to swallow it without choking. 

Finally Eddie's hands relaxed and she managed to pull slightly away from his 
spitting prick at least enough to get some air through her aching mouth and 
clogged sinuses. Then the length of his tree-like cock began to soften, and 
she knew from previous experience that his spent prick would quickly limp 
into huge, but disinterested flabbiness. 

When the last of his come dribbled into her mouth, Eddie shoved her away and 
stepped unceremoniously out of the bedroom. 

Upon reflection, Amy figured that she must have proven her point to her 
husband. The entire episode had lasted no more than three minutes. At least, 
she decided, she would have a good debate point if he ever calmed down 
enough to engage in an adult discussion about the facts. In the meantime, 
Amy eased into a bathtub of hot water for a long soak and a good cry. Her 
tears lessened when she realized that she didn't feel guilty about her 
sexual activities of late. Her main worry now centered on how to make Eddie 
believe that she still loved him more than anything and that she wanted 
their marriage to remain strong. 

She leaned back in the tub and sighed as the hot water rippled over her 
body, soothing the aches and the tension. She allowed her mind to drift back 
to the image of her husband's tremendous cock and balls. She sighed again as 
she realized she would fight to stay married to him, even if it meant years 
of sexual frustration and unfulfillment. 

Her hands slipped beneath the surface of the bathwater and streaked toward 
her quivering cuntlips. She rubbed her fingertips along the slippery slit of 
her pussy toward her clit. Just being around such an impressive cock as 
Eddie's would provide lots of wonderful, horny memories. Besides, she 
thought, there were far worse things than having such a mammoth prick to 
practice on and to try to improve. 

Amy popped two fingers into her cunthole and thought about the future. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Eddie made one final drunken appearance around midnight before tossing some 
clothes into a suitcase and storming off to a local hotel. At least he would 
be in familiar surroundings, Amy thought ruefully as her husband slammed the 
front door behind him. 

Besides, Eddie was not a passive drunk. Booze brought out his angry side and 
she had no trouble recognizing the promise of violence just beneath his 
surface whenever he drank heavily. Her immediate plan of action was to give 
him time to cool off and sober up, then, hopefully, she could reason with 
him and make him understand that she loved him and wanted the marriage to 
continue. 

She went to bed alone and eventually fell asleep, hoping that by tomorrow 
Eddie would take a more adult outlook and come home. Once sleep came, she 
had a delightful dream about young Brian Thornton suddenly endowed with a 
cock and balls equal in size to Eddie's. Not surprisingly, when morning 
came, Amy smiled as she felt the hot wetness coating her throbbing 
pussylips. 

Following a fast bath and a cup of coffee, Amy left the house, determined to 
treat herself to a shopping spree. No point sitting around the house waiting 
for a call from Eddie that might not come, she thought as she drove toward 
the nearest shopping mall. She lost herself in the quaint shops and stores 
for two or three hours, occupying her mind with sexy gowns and frilly 
dresses. She enjoyed a leisurely lunch in a too-expensive French restaurant 
in the mall, lingering over her second after meal drink while realizing she 
had been performing a body and eye language flirtation with the two 
businessmen sitting at the next table. 

It had all began innocently enough, she reflected as her excitement grew, 
with casual eye-contact and mutually appreciative glances. But now, she was 
carrying on a bolder flirtation, calculated to encourage the two men to make 
a play. As her game continued, the exhilarating danger of it sparked her 
excitement and she savored the tingling of her nipples as her subtle 
gestures became more assertive. 

A tiny warning signal flashed through her mind, but she ignored it as she 
slowly recrossed her legs, allowing her dress to ride high up on her creamy 
thighs. She smiled directly at the two gazing men before lightly tonguing 
the rim of her cocktail glass. At the same time, she shivered slightly in a 
mixture of fear and glee as she wantonly dared the two men to pick her up. 
Goddamn Eddie, she told herself as she gingerly placed her glass back down 
on the table and provocatively licked her ripe lips. He should be here right 
now to see how well I can still turn no men. The vengeful thought thrilled 
her with feminine pride as she realized the two strangers were squirming in 
their chairs and eyeing her with open lust. 

The waiter appeared at her table, placing a third drink in front of her. 
"Compliments of the two gentlemen," the waiter said with a shoulder gesture 
toward the two leering businessmen. "They have also paid for your meal, 
madame." The waiter gave a subtle wink and a discreet bow before stepping 
away. 

Her pulse quickened as she smiled her thanks toward their table. This has 
gone too far, the little warning voice in her mind screamed as she modestly 
tugged her dress hem to her knee. She didn't expect this to happen. This was 
just a silly, feminine game, she told herself as she gulped the drink. She 
fished in her purse for a generous tip, deciding to make a fast exit. But as 
she stood, the booze went straight to her head and she wobbled slightly. 
Instantly, the two men were at her side and she felt strong hands on her 
arms, holding her steady. She smiled weakly at them and mumbled an apology. 
She added a rapid thanks for their kindness and tried to free herself from 
their grasps. 

"Nothing to worry about, sweetheart," one of the men said, maintaining his 
tight-lipped smile. He was short and chubby with sandy hair and patches of 
freckles dotting his fat cheeks and broad forehead. "We're always anxious to 
help out a lady in need. Right, Fred?" 

"Sure, Marty," the other man said, slowly rubbing his hand up and down Amy's 
spine. He leaned close to Amy's ear and whispered, "And I just bet you are 
one little lady who could use lots of help." 

Amy trembled as she blinked up into the leering face of the other man. He 
had black hair neatly combed and plastered across his narrow scalp, swooping 
down over his forehead. He was a good four inches taller than his friend, 
much more slender and quite hairy. 

"I'm fine now," Amy said, her weak smile fading as fear shook through her. 

"Oh, you will be fine," the tall man said as the two men guided her out of 
the restaurant. "Marty and I will see to that." 

"Yeah, lady, we have a nice, quiet motel room all picked out for you," Marty 
said. His bushy eyebrows arched above his leering eyes and another chill 
traveled up and down Amy's spine as the two men steered her through the 
shopping mall. "Hey, you aren't trying to n fight us now, are you, lady?" 

"Look, boys, fun is fun, but this has gone too far," she said with a 
high-pitched giggle, hoping to sound casual and calm. "Let me go now and my 
husband won't worry if I'm a few minutes late meeting him in the Gardening 
Boutique." 

"Oh, you are going to be lots of laughs, lady," the tall one named Fred 
said, winking at Marty. "Baby, you ain't the gardening type. Don't bullshit 
us. No point in making this ugly." 

She thought of screaming out and attracting the attention of a security 
guard, but she was frightened by the menacing way in which the two men were 
holding her. Amy was sure a broken arm would be the least of her troubles at 
the first sound of a cry for help. Her mind raced with schemes to free 
herself and she decided to wait for a better opportunity. But as they 
reached the parking lot, a sinking feeling of dread coated the pit of her 
stomach. Now all she could hope for was that the two men wouldn't be too 
rough with her. She made a brave effort to accept her fate, praying that a 
little afternoon sex was all they wanted. 

They wedged her between them on the front seat as Marty, the chubby one, 
drove. Fred spent the whole trip to the motel sliding his left hand up and 
down her thigh, grazing his fingertips over her skimpy nylon panties. 

When Marty stopped the car in front of a motel office in the industrial 
district of town, more tinges of fear began to ripple through Amy's body. 
The faster her pulse beat, the more the fear engulfed her as it coursed 
through her with sickening throbs. Soon, Marty emerged from the office, 
flashing a room key and a lewd grin. 

They drove to a secluded room, parked the car in front of the weathered 
red-painted door and entered the motel room. 

"Why don't one of you gentlemen get us some ice and a bottle," Amy said, 
sitting primly on the edge of the bed. "Then we can have a real nice party." 

"Maybe later, lady," Fred said, already stripping off his tie and shirt. 
"You got me so hot and horny in that restaurant that my cock is about to 
burst through my fly. I need a quick come before I can think about anything 
else." 

"Me, too," Marty said, kicking off his shoes and tugging on his belt. 
"You've had enough booze for awhile, lady. Just get with the program and get 
naked before I have to do it for you." 

There was no more time for stalling or postponing the inevitable. She slowly 
started stripping with shaky fingers, cursing herself for getting into this 
mess and vowing never again to play dangerous games. Too late to worry now, 
she told herself with resigned dread. She glanced up at the two men and saw 
that they were both already naked, watching her with hungry eyes. Marty was 
absently fondling his own stiff prick and Amy almost giggled as she noticed 
that it resembled his own stubby, chubby physique. 

"Nice tits," Fred said, stepping up to her as she unhooked her bra and 
slipped it off her shoulders, exposing her melon-like tits. He cupped them 
in his hands and squeezed them firmly. 

He was hairy, Amy saw as her gaze swept quickly over his lanky nakedness. 
Thick black hair curled in a rich pelt over his chest and stomach, blending 
with the forest of crotch hair that surrounded the base of his jutting 
prick. It wasn't as thin as she had suspected, which dashed her theory that 
a man's prick corresponded to the structure of his physique. In spite of her 
fear, she couldn't deny a deep spark of excitement flickering to life in the 
pit of her guts as she eyed the two strange cocks. Maybe this was how she 
had wanted things to work out, she told herself as she rolled her panties 
down over her flaring hips and shapely thighs. 

"That's enough stalling, bitch," Marty said suddenly as he rushed toward 
her, gripped the thin nylon material and ripped them in half, tearing them 
from her legs. "Get on the bed." 

She crawled across the bed on her hands and knees only to be stopped by 
Marty grabbing her short black hair and twisting her head up until she was 
staring directly at his stubby cock. He positioned himself in front of her, 
bracing his knees wide apart on the mattress, thrusting his prick against 
her mouth. There was no mistaking what the sandy-haired man wanted her to 
do. 

"Come on, bitch," he growled with another fierce yank on her hair. "Open up 
and eat my cock nice and slow." 

The mattress sagged beneath Fred's weight as he positioned himself behind 
Amy. He slapped her rounded asscheeks with a no-nonsense smack and wedged 
his surprisingly thick cockhead into her asscrack. 

"What an ass," Fred panted. "Oh, what a beautiful ass." 

"You rotten bastards!" she gasped. "This is rape, you know. Let me go now 
and I'll forget the whole thing." 

"Shut up, slut and suck," Marty said, jabbing his cockhead against her lips 
and pulling harder on her hair. "Cock-teasing sluts don't get any sympathy 
from the cops." 

"Maybe you think it's rape now, lady, but not for long," Fred said, slapping 
her ass again and laughing confidently. "It'll be rapture in just a couple 
of seconds." 

Then she felt Fred's prodding cockhead nudge against her puckered asshole 
and she started to cry out. At that instant, Marty rammed his prick into her 
mouth, choking off her scream. Instinctively, she closed her lips around 
Marty's cock and started to suck on the slick flesh. She groaned again as 
Fred's prick began driving with stinging insistence against the soft 
resilient flesh of her shitter as her asscheeks continued to twist and 
writhe with greater desperation. 

"Ahhhh, you are a fuck," Fred said. "I knew you'd be a good ass-fuck right 
from the beginning. Goddamn, ooohhhhh, do I love the way you are trying to 
fight it! Yeah, yeah! Nice, tight asshole!" 

Marty began thrusting his cock harder and harder in and out of her mouth as 
she sucked on it in self-defense, preoccupied with the burning pain Fred's 
cock was inflicting on her shiter. The rubbery depths of her searing shit 
chute seemed on the verge of splitting as Fred's cock fucked its way deeper 
and deeper into her asshole. 

His hard, surging prick kept on riding her, burrowing all the way inside her 
asshole. Her asscheeks clenched involuntarily and her hips thrust forward as 
she met the blistering stabs of his fervent cock as it slashed against the 
clasping tightness of her asshole. Suddenly, she recognized just what was 
happening. The stiff, stinging prick that was fucking into her with 
unswerving determination was actually prompting her to feel gushing waves of 
excitement. Even though she still felt tremendous stinging pain from every 
stab of his grinding, stone-hard fucker, there was something thrilling about 
the whole thing. There was also something highly daring in the panting, 
eagerness of Fred's manner that she liked, even though another side of her 
hated him and his friend. 

As his cock buried itself all the way inside her asshole, she convulsed in 
agony and jerked her head from side to side, dislodging Marty's cock 
momentarily. 

"You bastard, you're killing me with your hard prick!" she rasped. "At least 
you could have lubed the motherfucker!" 

"I'm just giving you the kind of ass-fucking you've been needing for a long 
time, bitch," he said, slapping her asscheeks again with a stinging blow. 
"Now, get your mouth back on Marty's cock before I decide to drill another 
hole back here." 

She obeyed as his steadily surging prick kept on blasting into the inner 
tightness of the velvety folds of her assflesh. Fred began to move his 
fingers downward and let them clasp tightly against the smoothness of her 
alabaster, twisting asscheeks. He pinched and clutched at her ass, and as he 
did his cock fucked even deeper as it blasted through her sphincter muscle, 
prompting him that much closer to what she prayed would be a fast orgasm. 

She sucked more violently on Marty's stubby cock, desperate to bring him to 
a fast climax and free her mouth finally for the pent-up screams that waited 
at the base of her throat. Then she heard Fred grunt with a short intake of 
breath as he released the clutching hold that he'd maintained on her 
asscheeks. He moved forward with his hands once more, letting the palms of 
his hands spank Amy's rounded, firm asscheeks until they began to turn red 
and she could no longer contain her sobs. But even though she was feeling 
pain in her asscheeks and pain in her shitter, there was something so 
exciting about the way that his piercing cock kept blasting against the 
buttery depths of her shit-channel that she shockingly felt close to her own 
orgasm. 

"Oooohhh, I can't stand it," she panted, the words muffled by Marty's 
thrusting prick in and out of her mouth. 

"You better stand this!" Marty shouted, ft ramming his cock fully into her 
opened mouth just as his slick jism splashed from his cockhead and gushed 
over her tongue. 

Amy gagged, then gulped, swallowing the chubby man's salty cream as fast as 
it spilled from his shuddering prick. At the same time, she was amazed to 
feel her own convulsing, twitching orgasm rumble deep inside her cunt, 
splashing droplets of her pussy juice out onto her hairy cuntlips. 

Fred laughed loudly as his active hands rubbed the warm, womanly juice over 
the tops of Amy's creamy inner thighs just as he jammed his stiff cock that 
much deeper into her asshole. 

"Oh, baby, you love it," Fred said. "It's hurting you, but you love it. You 
can't get enough of this action!" 

His stiffly invading prick rammed into the depths of her pain-ridden 
shitter. He slapped her asscheeks repeatedly, turning them into beet-red 
globes of quivering flesh as he plunged his cock in and out of her asshole. 
Her whimpers escalated into guttural moans and shrieks as the pain that 
streaked through her body slowly, magically became lightning bolts of 
pleasure. 

Then, she heard Fred gasp and grunt as he fucked his prick one final time 
all the way into her stretched asshole. A second later, his come exploded 
into her shitter, spurting over her bowels, filling her beyond capacity. She 
felt the volcanic droplets gush from his blood swollen cockhead as his 
prickshaft jerked and leaped against the tight walls of her shitter. 

"Yes, yes, you are some great fuck," he panted, leaning his weight across 
her back as his cock emptied inside her asshole. "What an asshole you've 
got, lady. I knew you would be a terrific ass-fuck." 

Finally, Fred released his now-flaccid prick from her badly stung asshole 
just as she collapsed in a heap on the bed. She rolled over on the mattress, 
moaning softly as she tried to sort out the confusing feelings sweeping over 
her. She no longer felt any real pain and there was no denying the evidence 
of her own climax as she rubbed her hands lightly over her moist pussylips. 
I must be sick, she told herself as echoing shudders continued to rock 
through the depths of her cunt, stinging her senses with ecstasy. 

"Ready for a drink now?" Fred asked, playfully patting her asscheeks and 
eyeing her with a lewd grin. 

"I don't believe you bastards," she said softly. "You better get me back to 
my car right now and hope like hell that I don't report this." 

Fred and Marty erupted into throaty laugher. "Who are you trying to kid, 
lady?" Marty said, roughly tweaking one of her nipples. "You loved it and 
you know it." 

"Keep her purring, Marty," Fred said through his chuckles as he pulled on 
his slacks. "I'll go get us a bottle. Shit, we'll have a party none of us 
will soon forget." 

Her mind was in a turmoil as Marty rolled between her thighs and started 
rubbing his limp cock against her juicy cuntlips. She focused her vision on 
the sandy-haired man and tried to feel repulsed by his leering, freckled 
face gazing wickedly at her. His stubby fingers roughly caressed her tits, 
and she fought the gradual stirring of excitement drifting through her pussy 
as his cock slowly leaped into hard life as it rubbed against her pussylips. 
She had actually enjoyed Fred's ass-fuck, pain and all. Now the delightful 
friction of Marty's cockhead massaging her cunt was heating her up again. 

Marty's cock soon stood rigid and throbbing against he damp pussy. He 
continued to rub his fuck-pole up and down her puffy cuntlips, lubing his 
prickhead with her hot cunt juice. Then without warning, he thrust his 
cockhead through her quivering cuntlips, piercing the delicate folds as she 
groaned. She squirmed her ass and reached up to grab his beefy shoulders. He 
responded by jabbing his cock deeper into her cunt, filling her pussy with 
his throbbing prick. He grunted and fell forward, covering her tit with his 
mouth as his prick penetrated her cunt all the way. 

Amy cried out with pleasure as his cockshaft filled her hungry pussy and his 
tongue flicked her hard, rubbery nipple. She draped her arms around his 
shoulders and pressed his weight against her as her cunt closed around his 
imbedded prick. She moaned with lust as her clit twitched and tiny shudders 
spasmed along her cunt channel. She threw her legs around his waist, pinning 
his bulk against her tightly, loving the way his balls tickled her ass. Her 
cunt muscles involuntarily squeezed around his fuck-rod, massaging and 
milking his cock shaft with wet kisses from her clinging pussyflesh. 

Suddenly, he sucked in a mouthful of one tit and began to fuck her with 
deep, corkscrewing strokes. She gripped her legs even tighter around his 
waist making it difficult for him to totally withdraw his cock from her 
pussy. She rotated her pelvis and humped her cunt up to keep his prick 
buried to the hilt between her steamy pussylips. Then with a mighty thrust, 
he hammered his prick back into her cunt, using his weight to crash down on 
top of her, almost knocking the breath out of her lungs. 

"Fuck me, you bastard!" she shouted. 

"Fuck me! You wanted me, so take me! Fuck me good and hard!" 

He growled as he clamped his lips hard around her tit and drove his cock 
fiercely in and out of her wet, slippery cunt. The force of his strokes 
eventually pried her locked legs apart enough for him to completely withdraw 
his prick from her dripping fuckhole, then to plow it straight back into 
her, ripping into pussy. 

She felt her pussy spasm and she dug her fingernails into his back as his 
fuck-strokes intensified. His cock slid in and out of her cunt and she 
almost fainted with lust. His fucking prick drove her into a frenzy of 
excitement and ecstasy while he relentlessly sucked her tit. She screamed as 
she could no longer control herself, thrilling to he way her receptive 
pussylips gripped his hard-driving cock. She came then, her pussy clutching 
his prick as she convulsed in an orgasm. 

Her climax seemed to ignite his as his come suddenly blasted from his 
engorged cockhead. He made a strange croaking sound as he hunched up and his 
prick exploded, sending a gob of jizz into her seething pussy. She yelped 
with each wave of come that spurted into her cunt, relishing the feel of his 
jism engulfing her pussy and dripping down to drench his crotch. 

Panting, Marty finally pushed himself off of her, escaping her clutches and 
falling back heavily on the mattress at her feet, sucking in air. Amy 
stretched out and sighed as she savored the pleasant afterglow of the 
marvelous orgasm that slowly faded over her senses. Making the best of a bad 
situation certainly had its rewards, she thought as her nerve-endings 
tingled and her satisfied cunt throbbed with a faint ache. 

Fred returned with a bottle of scotch and soon the afternoon fuzzed into a 
blur of fucking and cocksucking that left Amy spent and used. Every pore of 
her body seemed to ache as she endured a marathon of wild fucking that saw 
every opening of her body fucked at one time or other. She drank more 
pungent tasting jism than she thought possible for just two men to produce. 
Her tongue was numb from darting over cockheads and cockshafts and balls. 
Her jaws were tired, but she was too involved to be fully aware of it. She 
continued to suck their pricks, loving the way their limp pricks would throb 
and leap into fresh life with gently coaxing from her hot lips and active 
tongue. Both men took turns straddling her face and dipping their 
vein-ribbed cock shafts into her mouth, their balls slapping her face just 
before dribbling their jism into her sucking mouth. 

Her most violent come occurred when Fred hammered his cock in and out of her 
convulsing pussy while Marty stabbed two stubby fingers as deep as possible 
inside her asshole. She screamed with ecstasy as the glorious shudders 
contorted her nerves and her unending supply of pussy juice filtered through 
her cunt passage, drenching her burning, hairy pussylips. 

Finally, mercifully, Fred tossed her dress onto the bed and ordered her to 
get ready to leave the motel room. She wobbled in a daze out to the car and 
dozed as Fred and Marty sandwiched her on the front seat. It was almost dark 
when the two men, left her beside her car in the parking lot of the shopping 
mall. 

She slumped behind the wheel of her car and gradually recuperated enough to 
drive home. She started the car and sped from the parking lot, eager to get 
home and soak for hours in a hot tub. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The red lights blinking in her rear-view mirror startled her into alertness 
as Amy realized her mind had been a thousand miles away from the mechanical 
chore of driving. Her pulse instantly started to hammer as the police siren 
wailed behind her. She curbed the car and cursed himself. On top of 
everything else, now a fucking traffic ticket, she scolded herself, blinking 
back tears as she waited for the slow-approaching cop. 

"Lady, you make a habit of ignoring stop signs?" the cop said, leaning into 
the car window, his eyes hidden behind dark glasses. 

"I'm sorry, officer," she stammered. "I'm terribly upset. I'm afraid I 
didn't notice a stop sign." 

"Well, you were lucky," he said. "Another car coming through that 
intersection would have gotten your attention." 

"I know," she said lamely, fumbling in her purse for her license. She 
glanced back up at the cop in time to notice his head at a downward tilt and 
another instant realization jarred her senses. She knew immediately that her 
dress had hiked up on her thighs and a chilling draft breathing on her naked 
crotch reminded her that her panties had been ripped to shreds and left at 
the motel room. Awkwardly, she jerked her dress down, hoping to cover her 
bare crotch with a casual gesture. "Here's my license, officer."" 

The cop took off his glasses and his tanned, even features broke into a 
small grin. "It would have been a terrible waste if you had been splattered 
up and down the road because you missed a stop sign." He took her license 
and glanced at it before handing it back to her. "Tell you what, lady," he 
said. "You drive carefully to your house, and I'll follow just to make sure 
you don't cruise through any more stop signs. You do a good job and we'll 
forget about writing a ticket. Fair enough?" 

"Oh, yes. Thank you, officer," she said, not so eager to hide her thighs 
from his handsome face. She peered an extra second into his brown eyes and 
managed to return a smile. 

When she drove into her driveway, the cop parked his patrol car in front of 
the house. He stepped across the lawn to her just as Amy climbed out of her 
car. 

"Did I pass the driving test?" she asked, smiling brightly at him. 

He nodded and again removed his dark glasses. "You mentioned that you were 
upset. Want to tell me about it?" 

"Only if you'll come in and let me fix us some coffee." 

"If your husband won't mind, I'm all for it," the cop said, flashing perfect 
teeth. 

"My husband is away, licking his wounds from a marriage that has suddenly 
gotten rocky. I'm not sure when, or if, he'll be back." 

"I'm sorry," the cop said with an expression that caused Amy to doubt his 
sincerity. At the moment, she didn't care. 

She stepped into the house and held the door open for the cop. She took a 
few seconds to quickly examine him in the room light before leading him 
toward the kitchen. He wasn't much older than her and he was ruggedly 
attractive. She felt a stirring in her cunt that amazed her as she silently 
chided herself for being so girlishly attracted to a man in a uniform. 

After sitting at the dinette, he asked, "Want to tell me about why you were 
upset?" 

She busied herself preparing the coffee, then decided to blurt out the 
experience of the day. "I spent the afternoon in a cheap motel with two men. 
They raped me more times than I can remember, then drove me back to my car. 
I'm afraid my mind wasn't concerned with stop signs and traffic lights." 

He accepted the filled coffee cup she gave him and appraised her with a 
casual expression. 

"You don't believe me?" Amy asked, suddenly frightened by the cop's lack of 
reaction to her story. "It's true. I wouldn't lie about something like 
that." 

"Oh, I believe you," the cop said, sipping his coffee. He placed the cup 
down on the saucer and gazed across the table at her. "I can surely see how 
you could drive most men into rape. A woman with your looks wouldn't have to 
do much encouraging to get a couple of men horny enough to take a bold 
chance. You would make the consequences worth it." 

His words startled her as her immediate reaction was one of dismay and 
anger. Then just as quickly, she saw nothing menacing or belittling in his 
brown eyes as they continued to gaze over her body with obvious 
appreciation. She ducked her head as she felt the heat of a blush crossing 
her cheeks. 

"I did my share of encouraging," she admitted in a soft tone. "And even at 
the motel, I didn't put up much of a fight." She smiled up at him and 
winked. "I enjoyed my share of satisfaction." 

He chuckled softly and ran his hand through his wavy brown hair. "I'll make 
out the report if you want to file a complaint," he said, his eyes dipping 
to the swelling of her tits against her dress front. 

She shook her head, finding it impossible to take her gaze off of his 
handsome, manly face. She became distinctly aware of the delightful 
throbbing in her tits and the instant wetness seeping along her hairy pussy 
slit. "I think the best thing for me to do is to take a long, hot bath and 
destroy all the evidence." She cleared her throat. "Want to make sure I do 
it right?" she said softly. 

"I was hoping you'd ask," he said, standing and gently taking her hand in 
his. "By the way, I'm Steve Woods, Amy. I guess this is an appropriate time 
for an introduction." 

Her smile broadened. "Smart guy, eh? I bet you'll be a detective some day," 
she said with a teasing chide in her tone. "You got my name off my license. 
Very clever." 

"Cops are sharp. Haven't you heard?" he said as she strolled alongside him 
toward the bedroom and the adjoining bathroom. 

"I've heard cops know how to treat horny ladies," she quipped, allowing 
herself to brush against him, and thrilling at the firm touch of his thigh 
through his starched uniform. "I hope it's true." 

Dropping a hand casually to her ass, he lightly rubbed his palm over the 
shapely roundness of her swaying asscheek. "Our biggest guns aren't the ones 
we wear at our hips," he said with a chuckle as they entered the bedroom. 

"Make yourself comfortable, Steve," she said, coyly stepping into the 
bathroom. "I'll just be a minute. Then maybe you'll show me just how big 
your gun is." 

Excitement pumped through her as she quickly stripped off her dress and 
filled the huge bathtub with hot water. After the ordeal in the motel room, 
getting turned on by the prospects of having yet another stiff prick inside 
her abused cunt surprised her. But there was an appealing quality to Steve 
that went far beyond the obvious allure of his uniform. He was so remarkably 
masculine and he carried his macho with an easy security and grace. She was 
completely disarmed by him and anxious to melt against his strong chest and 
feel his arms encircle her. Just imagining the scene was making her cunt wet 
as she gingerly stepped into the steamy bath water. 

She leaned back in the tub, letting the soothing water envelop her body. 
Then, as she reached for a washcloth and soap, he surprised her by entering 
the bathroom, completely naked, boldly sporting a terrific eight-inch 
hardon. Her gaze latched onto his cock as he approached the tub. 

"I decided to help you wash away the pain of your experience this 
afternoon," he said with a boyish grin as he stepped into the bathtub. "I 
think it's the least a public servant can do." 

He took the bar of soap from her, then proceeded to swirl it gently over her 
chest, teasingly avoiding contact with her luscious tits as they bobbed on 
the surface of the bath water. She felt his legs nestle against hers beneath 
the water and she almost swooned as her pussy instantly reacted with a 
series of joyous spasms. Her nipples grew into pink points piercing the 
surface of the water, aiming directly at his hairy, muscular chest. 

She squeezed her thighs together, savoring the ecstasy of her throbbing clit 
as she tentatively traced her fingernails up and down his muscled thighs. 
She grinned and groaned as she spotted his engorged cockhead peek through 
the water surface, seemingly winking at her playfully with its piss-slit. 

"You have beautiful, big tits," he said in a raspy, desire-laden voice. 
"Your old man must be crazy leaving something as special as you." 

"Let's forget about my old man!" she gasped just as he finally lowered the 
soap bar 

... to the tops of her tit-mounds. "Oh, that feels so nice," she cooed, 
easing back and giving him complete access to her tits. 

Sensation pulsated through her tits as he lathered them in delicate, tender 
strokes. Then he dropped the soap bar and pinched sudsy fingertips around 
her stiff, tingling nipples. 

"Oh, God!" she moaned, going limp under his expert caressed. "You're going 
to make me come before you even get your cock inside my cunt! Oh, fuck, 
that's so good!" 

He smiled as he slowly pushed his fingers back, fanning them out over the 
massive expanse of her sensitive tit-flesh. With tender kneading squeezes, 
he massaged her huge tits with his soap-slippery, strong hands, lovingly 
fondling her tits with knowing precision. 

Amy's pussy was steaming as Steve leaned forward, inching his mouth down 
toward her ripe, rubbery nipples. He squeezed his hand around the massive, 
fleshy base of her tits, holding them steady as he darted his tongue over 
the sensitive surface of her itchy nipples. With broad, hungry licks, Steve 
tongue slapped her nipples, alternating between both of them, teasing them 
with his sensuous tonguing. 

When he closed his lips around her throbbing left nipple, Amy moaned with 
lust and threw her arms around his head, pressing his face tighter against 
her tits. Her cunt juices were flowing wildly, gushing over her inner pussy 
flesh and tender tissues. Quivering sensations erupted in the pit of her 
syrupy cunt, trembling out until every nerve-ending in her body was shaking 
in ecstasy. 

He massaged her huge tits with his strong hands while sucking her tit-flesh 
into his warm mouth. He lightly scraped his teeth over her delicate nipple, 
then repeated the action on her other tit, thrilling her beyond her wildest 
expectations. Her throaty pants grew into guttural cries of passion as she 
involuntarily arched her back, thrusting her crotch up through the water. 

"Oh, baby, that's wonderful!" she cooed, gripping the back of his scalp with 
interlocked fingers. "Goddamn, I'm coming! Son of a bitch, I'm coming 
already! Ahhhhh! Yeah, you know what I like!" 

Steve slipped his hands down from her tits and he cupped her shapely 
asscheeks without removing his sucking mouth from her tits. As his fingers 
squeezed into the firm, rounded flesh of her ass, fresh waves of spasming 
shudders rocked through Amy, tickling her senses and carrying her even 
faster toward the kind of rapture she had only fantasized about. 

"Oooohhhhhh! Yeeeeaaaaahhhh!" she groaned as he slowly ducked his head, 
dragging his tongue-tip down over her flat stomach. She put her hands on his 
descending shoulders as his face neared her seething pussy. "Oh, God, I 
won't be able to take this!" she hissed through clenched teeth while her 
convulsing cunt churned in eager anticipation. 

He lifted her pelvis easily up above the surface of the bath water, exposing 
her curly haired cunt and the slippery pink streak of pussy that wedged 
through the hairy bush, sparkling with moist nectar and promising in her 
delights. Her breath came in gasps as she passionately await the magical 
strokes of his active tongue. His hands gripped her asscheeks securely as he 
balanced her just above the water. 

Then he darted his tongue-tip through the black hairs of her pussy patch, 
touching the glistening pink meat with a scorching lick that sent Amy into a 
frenzy of delightful ecstasy. She bellowed a shriek of pleasure as his 
tongue snaked up and down her juicy cunt slit, peeling through the wet folds 
of her sensitive tissues and gently prying apart the clinging flesh of her 
cuntlips. 

He continued to flick his tongue around the soft slick folds of tissue, 
pelting her delicate cunt with increasingly harder strokes and licks. Then 
without warning, Steve speared her hot pussy with his stiffened tongue and 
ground his upper lip against her twitching clit. He smacked his lips and 
sucked gluttonously, kneading her asscheeks and digging his fingers into her 
asscrack. 

She shouted as his tongue drove straight into her shuddering cunt, knifing 
through her smoldering pussy walls and slurping up the vast amount of slimy 
juice that filled her pussy canal. As his tongue wiggled deeper and deeper 
into her cunt, he suddenly slid a finger into her shitter and rotated it 
around until it was knuckle-deep. 

She gasped for breath as he darted his tongue in and out of her hot pussy 
with swift thrusts. He sucked the tiny button of her clit and whipped it 
with his tongue, never ignoring the constant plunging of his butt-plunging 
finger as it wormed inside her shit-chute. 

"Give me your prick!" she wailed. "Please, Steve! Fuck me! Don't make me 
wait any longer! I need your cock deep inside my cunt! Now! Please! Fuck me 
now!" 

Eventually he released her cunt and moved up over her body as he kept his 
finger firmly implanted in her asshole. He pressed his lips against hers and 
frenched her deeply, sliding his juice-coated tongue into her mouth. The 
taste and smell of her pussy lingered on her lips as she squirmed beneath 
the weight of his body and greedily sucked his tongue. 

He pressed his cockhead against her gaping cunthole, thrilling her with the 
heat that radiated from his pulsating, engorged prick knob. With a soft 
grunt, he pushed forward until his prick was nestled inside the snug opening 
and he lowered his mouth back down to her ripe, full tits. 

As he rolled her nipple around his tongue and squeezed her throbbing 
tit-flesh with his lips, his cock stretched the mouth of her pussy while he 
eased his prick shaft deeper inside her quaking cunt. 

"Oh, Steve, I can't stop coming!" she said through panting groans. "Your 
cock is marvelous. I can't even think straight." 

"I don't expect you to think," he mumbled, his mouth crammed with tit-flesh. 
"Just keep fucking!" 

He speared her pussy with his prick, fucking it all the way inside her cunt. 
Their crotch bushes slammed together as his meaty balls slapped against her 
ass. As if for emphasis, he selected this particular moment to ram his 
finger all the way into her puckered asshole, completely filling her tight 
shitter as his cock bloated her pussy. 

He let his cock rest only briefly before withdrawing it slowly, only to slam 
his prickshaft back into her cunt. He pistoned his prick in and out of her 
cunt, as he again attacked her tits with his lips and tongue. He bit down 
hard on her nipples and sucked with a frenzy that surprised her and thrilled 
her. She loved fucking the best when her man took total charge and control 
over her, and this young cop was doing the trick. 

"Ohhhh, Steve!" she yelled as her cunt shuddered in yet another violent 
orgasm. "You fuck like a wonderful, wild bronco! Don't stop, Steve! Please, 
don't ever stop fucking me!" 

The bath water sloshing around them, splashing out over the tub and flooding 
the bathroom floor. But neither of the lovers took notice as their fucking 
motions picked up more steam. She squeezed his prick inside her wet pussy 
and held his ass. She felt her cunt muscles bite down on his thick cock-root 
and involuntarily milk his hot, thrusting cockshaft. She became aware of the 
tension suddenly gripping his body as her pussy readied to suck the jism 
right out of his balls. 

He sucked savagely on her tits as he shuddered and quaked. A raving torrent 
of come blasted into her cunt and she came again with him. 

"Yes, yeeeeeesssss!" she yelled as her hungry cunt accepted his hot load. 
"Give me all of it! I want every drop of your precious come!" 

He fucked her until she thought he would split her in two. Thick wads of 
jism continued to splash into her pussy as they rocked and swayed back and 
forth in the wave-slapping bath water. In the midst of his wild eruption, 
his finger inadvertently slipped out of her asshole, but he kept his 
draining prick firmly lodged inside the slime-drenched cavity of her 
quivering pussy. 

Finally, his come slowed to an oozing dribble and her cunt muscles continued 
to flex, coaxing every ounce of his come out of his fuck-pole. Amy relaxed, 
savoring the glorious sensations that rippled throughout her body just as 
the pleasant bath water rippled slowly against her body. She smiled with 
deep satisfaction as Steve continued to rest atop her, smothering her with 
his masculine weight and warmth long after his cock had softened inside her 
juicy cunt. 

"I always knew cops were great fuckers," she whispered as she recovered from 
the tremendous series of orgasms that had engulfed her senses. "Any time you 
need to arrest anyone, I will gladly volunteer. I could become your love 
slave without any hesitation." 

He chuckled and carefully eased off of her. He stood, then helped her to her 
feet. They toweled each other off with sensuous motions before finally 
leaving the bathroom. They stretched out on the king-sized bed and spent 
many silent minutes simply enjoying the pleasant touch of each other's body. 

Amy made the first move as she propped herself up on an elbow and lightly 
kissed Steve's flat belly. She playfully tongued his belly button, tickling 
him and loving his boyish giggle as he ran his fingers through her short, 
black hair. She soon gave in to a horny impulse and sucked his limp prick 
into her mouth. 

She moaned as his fuck-tube quickly responding by surging into hard, pumping 
life. She marveled at the sensation of his blood filling cockshaft 
ballooning inside of her mouth and lips. 

"You do that well," he said casually. "Makes it harder for me to understand 
why your husband would leave you alone here." 

"Sucking cock is just one of my many talents, officer," she snickered, 
lifting her mouth off his prick just long enough to say the words. "My 
husband may yet realize I'm worth keeping. In the meantime, I can't think of 
anyone I would rather practice with than you." 

"Mmmmm. I won't argue with that," he said as she swirled her tongue around 
his swollen fuck-knob. 

Amy rubbed her fingers over his balls, caressing them gently as if they were 
twin eggs, fragile and vulnerable. She opened her mouth wide and gulped half 
of his rigid prick inside her lips, flicking her tongue up and down the 
pulsating ridge that lengthened the underside of his inflated cock. She 
heard him groan with pleasure and it pleased her that she was turning him 
on. 

"Hey, if you don't stop that, lady, I'll have to arrest you," he said 
softly. "I've got other plans before you suck another wad out of my balls." 

She released his cockhead from her lips with a pop and gripped the base of 
his prick with both hands as she eyed him. "What other plans?" she asked, 
fascinated and curious. "I'm eager to please." 

He grinned at her as he reached down to cup one of her tits. He fondled her 
huge tit and toyed with her hard nipple. "Get my handcuffs," he ordered in a 
voice just above a whisper. "Bring them to me." 

Her eyes widened and a strange, erotic shiver climbed her spine. She started 
to question his instructions, but decided against that as excitement 
fluttered in her guts. She moved off the bed and stepped toward his uniform 
that was neatly folded on her vanity bench. Her clit was already twitching 
and she could feel the wetness of her cunt juice instantly coating her 
pussylips. Her fingers trembled slightly as she unclipped the cold steel 
from a belt loop, then returned to the bed. 

The handcuffs were heavier and more sturdy than Amy had suspected and it 
caused a flicker of fear to pierce the excitement that swelled inside her. 
But the weird arousal that swept over her refused to be stilled and the 
menacing feel of the cuffs only heightened her lust. 

"We're going to see just how good a love slave you'll be," Steve said with 
an eerie smug expression covering his face. He took the handcuffs from her 
and eased off the bed. "Stretch out on your back. Put your arms above your 
head. Make your fingers touch the headboard." 

She obeyed all of his orders as her breath started coming in pants and the 
growing knot in her stomach represented a mixture of fear and excitement. 
She blinked her eyes at his face and again saw his smug expression. She 
thought about breaking out of the role she was playing, but quickly rejected 
the notion. From the steely-eyed look he was leveling at her, she decided he 
was in no mood to alter his act and she didn't relish the idea of testing 
that particular theory. 

When she was in position, he quickly cuffed her wrists, then looped the 
short chain over the middle headboard post, securing her with both arms 
tightly stretched above her head. She watched with blinking, nervous eyes as 
he slowly surveyed his work. A slight leer replaced his smug expression and 
Amy felt totally exposed and helpless. 

She swallowed painfully, desperately trying to wet her suddenly dry throat 
and mouth as she primly pressed her thighs together. She could hear her 
heart pounding wildly and she groaned as she tugged against her steel bond, 
making the cuffs bite into her flesh. 

"Now that's what I call a pretty picture," Steve said in a low, husky voice. 
"I love the way your bit tits rise and fall when you breathe heavily. That 
really makes me hot and horny. Maybe you should start doing something about 
that." 

Before she could protest, he straddled her chest and poked his throbbing 
prick against her mouth. He squirmed his manly ass gently above her tits, 
then sat down, using her glorious tit-mounds as comfortable Cushions as he 
aimed his prickhead squarely at her lips. 

She parted her lips and kissed the tip of his fuck-knob. Then she eased her 
tongue out and slithered it over the shiny surface of his hot prickhead. 

Steve leaned forward and planted his strong hands on both sides of her face, 
locking her in place as he suddenly rammed his cockhead harder into her 
mouth. She had to accept the thrust of his prick as the swollen knob popped 
between her lips. 

"Come on and really suck it now, Amy," he ordered. "You know you like it 
this way. This is wilder than your most secret fantasies. Don't disappoint 
me and make me get rough." 

As if inspired by his stern warning, Amy began to suck and lick with renewed 
intensity. She darted her tongue around his hot prickhead, then sucked 
hungrily, trying to vacuum his entire fuck-rod all the way into her mouth. 
Fear spurred her on, but she was quickly discovering that pure, heated lust 
was spinning her into an uncontrollable frenzy as she tongue-whipped the 
cop's prick. The tremor of fear instantly evaporated, leaving her with a 
passionate desire to pleasure him. No longer was her submission to this 
exciting, dashing figure of authority only symbolic. It was a reality. Her 
domination was complete and now, so was her lust. 

Her warm saliva flowed into her mouth and she was able to wetly coat his 
plunging cock as she formed a tight circle with her lips, providing his 
prick with increased friction. With each fuck-stroke of his prick into her 
mouth, her tits throbbed and her cunt convulsed with increased lust. It was 
as if her mouth had become her pussy as the sensation-level proved identical 
while he fucked her mouth in a fury of pile-driving thrusts. Maybe she 
needed this sort of bondage or punishment for cheating on Eddie. Her mind 
swam with the possibility, but it soon became a moot point. Lust captured 
her, sending her senses into spinning ecstasy as she neatly took every inch 
of Steve's fucking prick into her mouth. She clamped her lips down firmly on 
the thick root of his prick, desperately trying to hold his pulsating 
cockshaft in her mouth even as he forced it back out, preparing for another 
stroke. 

As Steve sawed his prick in and out of her mouth with eager, hard strokes, 
Amy gradually experienced a series of incredible orgasms. She came down from 
one and immediately went into another as she sucked on his fucking cock 
while squirming against the handcuffs that securely locked her to the 
headboard. Her gushing cunt cream drenched her pussylips and she groaned 
with unmasked satisfaction. 

Strange, she thought, that for a woman so frustrated sexually by her husband 
just days ago, she was now coming with a frequency that amazed her. Maybe 
Eddie is simply the wrong man for me, she thought briefly before becoming 
consumed once again by the raging fires of lust that Steve's wild fucking 
prick was creating throughout her body. Her kinky position and the assertive 
way in which the young cop was forcing her to suck his cock were driving her 
insane with a nonstop parade of desire, climax, more desire, another climax 
and on and on. 

Then he jerked his saliva-drenched fuck-rod out of her gaping mouth and 
pushed himself down across her body. He roughly wedged himself between her 
thighs, forcing them apart as he prepared his cockhead to plunge straight 
into her slippery cunthole. 

She arched her back and whimpered just as he plowed his wet fuck-knob 
between her hairy pussylips. He hesitated a second, then slammed the whole 
length of his cock into her cunt channel. His engorged fuck-tool pierced her 
pussy with a thundering penetration and Amy bellowed a cry of both pain and 
passion. Her delicate pussy opened up to accept his raging prick, then 
quickly closed around it, gripping his imbedded cockshaft with clinging, 
shuddering urgency. 

"Oooohhhhh! Fuck me good!" she yelled, bouncing her ass up and down on the 
mattress, jarring the headboard and ignoring the painful grip of the 
handcuffs biting into her wrists as she struggled frantically against the 
bond. "It's driving me crazy! I can't stop coming!" 

His only response was to keep fucking his cock in and out of her convulsing 
cunt and groan with his own pleasure. He fell forward and squeezed handfuls 
of her huge tits without interrupting the flow and pace of his fucking. He 
seemed to pay special attention to upwardly slanting his angle of 
penetration at the beginning of each fierce stroke, causing his bloated 
prickshaft to rub against the hood of her clit. 

Amy shrieked with each fuck-stroke of his prick, writhing to meet each and 
every stroke as the exquisite sensations engulfed her. Her coming was 
continuous and she knew his fucking cock was draining the very life out of 
her. Finally, there was nothing for her to do but go limp as her weakened 
limbs and sensation glutted senses collapsed under his tremendous fucking. 

At that moment, Steve whipped his hands beneath her upper thighs, lifted her 
pelvis and squarely speared her puckered asshole with his iron-hard prick. 
The surprised intrusion suddenly alerted Amy's senses, jerking her out of 
her listless state and plunged her back into nerve-jolting awareness. She 
tried to gasp but her breath caught in her throat as his prick slid inside 
her shitter. Without any help from her, his cock dipped deeper into her dark 
asshole, her buttery depths sucking him in as she tried to scream again. 
This time she succeeded and harsh guttural sounds came out of her throat as 
he pulled his fuck-pole out and then slammed it back in. 

He soon established a rhythm as he fucked her asshole. Each time he pulled 
out, he left his fuck-knob inside while her shitter involuntarily clamped 
down on the flared rim of his prickhead. Amy had no trouble feeling every 
ridge and vein on his prick even though she reasoned that her senses should 
be totally numbed to his actions. 

"Yeah, yeah, nice and tight!" Steve grunted as he kneaded the firm flesh of 
her asscheeks with his strong fingers. "This is doing it! I'm about to shoot 
my load! Oh, damn, assfucking always makes me lose my wad!" 

Two more hard fuck-strokes into her burning asshole and his come blasted 
from his buried cockhead, filling her shitter and drowning her bowels. The 
violent explosion in her sensitive ass rocked her cunt into another 
shuddering, quaking climax and her screams of joy matched his as he fell 
heavily across her. 

Much later, after Steve got around to unlocking the handcuffs and freeing 
Amy's wrists from the headboard, they snuggled together on the bed, enjoying 
the touch of their bodies. Amy savored the satisfaction her numerous orgasms 
had made possible and delighted in the sensual thoughts of soon rekindling 
her lust with Steve. Then, suddenly, a troubling thought broke into her 
pleasant daydreams. 

"Will you be in trouble for taking this much time off?" she asked, startled 
by the possibility that she might have played a part in getting the young 
cop into the shithouse with his superiors. 

Steve grinned and shrugged. "Nope," he replied casually. "I was officially 
off-duty two hours before I pulled you over." 

"What?" she said, sitting up on the bed and peering at his smiling face. 

"You'd be surprised by the amount of fine, classy pussy a cop gets when he's 
off-duty." He swirled a finger through her curly-haired pussy patch. "A lot 
of ladies can't resist sampling a cop's prick." 

Amy giggled as she fell back on the bed and spread her creamy thighs wide, 
encouraging his finger-swirling activity. 

"This has sure been one hell of a ball grabbing, eye-opening day," she said, 
her giggles choking off into short moans. "Oh, Steve, fuck me again," she 
said as he slipped his finger into her sore cunt. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The next morning, as she lay alone on the big bed, Amy's pleasant memories 
of the night before seemed more like a horny dream than lusty reality. Her 
wrists, as well as her cunt and asshole, were sore, but still it was 
difficult for her to actually believe the wonderful experiences with the 
handsome young cop. It was simply too good to be true. Yet, all of those 
lewd, horny things had happened to her and now, as she dressed and went 
toward the kitchen, she sported a smug smile of supreme satisfaction. After 
all, she told herself, I've got the aches to prove that yesterday was one 
hell of a day. 

As she began to fix her morning coffee, she absently peered through the 
kitchen window above the sink and almost dropped the coffee pot. There, 
sitting openly in front of Clara Thornton's house, gleaming in the early 
morning sunlight, was Eddie's car. She blinked her eyes in disbelief, but 
there was no mistaking the car. Her husband's car had certainly not been 
there last night when Steve had accompanied her home. 

Panic gripped her as the ramifications of the car's presence next door 
dawned on Amy. Oh, my God! Her breath hissed in a short in-take and she 
froze momentarily. Eddie obviously saw the cop car last night parked in 
front of the house and decided to spy on her from the vantage point of next 
door. Either that, or he was getting back at her by fucking Clara and 
extracting some measure of revenge for Amy's and Clara's lesbo coupling. 

She knew immediately that she had to take direct action and confront Eddie. 
Now was definitely the time for honestly if there was any hope of saving 
their marriage. And Amy thought as she stalked out of the house and headed 
next door, now was the proper time to discover if their marriage was even 
worth saving. 

She rang the doorbell and waited. There was no response. She walked around 
the house, hoping that perhaps Eddie and Clara were on the patio, rationally 
discussing the single lesbo encounter between the two women. Her charitable 
hopes were instantly dashed when she glanced through a bedroom window and 
saw her husband mounted between Clara's widespread thighs, pumping his 
enormous cock in and out of the blonde's pussy. 

A burst of anger washed over as her as she in stood, locked in position, 
gazing at the incredible scene. So the bastard is getting his petty revenge, 
she thought as her rage threatened to boil over. I should have known he 
would react in such a childish fashion. 

Then Amy's heated thoughts slowly cooled. The spectacle of her husband's 
horse-like prick repeatedly fucking in and out of Clara's seething, 
blonde-haired cunt was rendering Amy transfixed and fascinated. Not only was 
she witnessing her husband maintaining a much longer than normal fuck 
endurance, but the horny sight was starting to stir her own lust. Seeing 
such an intimate act, being performed in such a frenzy, was causing Amy's 
cunt juices to flow. Her tits throbbed with growing excitement while her 
pussy dampened and her clit twitched. 

As her initial anger subsided, she scolded herself for her own outbreak of 
petty jealousy. After all, she reminded herself, she had been unfaithful to 
him first. And a trace of guilt still remained when she fondly remembered 
the various fucking and sucking episodes that had brought her tremendous 
pleasure and satisfaction. 

Then her mind wiped away all of her mental ramblings as she became 
preoccupied with the lewd, exciting scene being performed before her eyes. 
She leaned closer to the bedroom window and leveled her unblinking eyes on 
the wild fucking now taking place between her husband and her neighbor. She 
instinctively reached up to gently rub her nipples as they tingled stiffly 
against her thin cotton blouse. She felt a distinct vibration erupting deep 
inside her cunt as her pussy juice coated her trembling cuntlips. 

"Getting your eyes full, Amy?" Brian said, his voice shattering Amy's 
preoccupied consciousness. 

She jumped and gasped as she jerked her head away from the window and saw 
the teenager watching her with a sneer. "Oh, Brian," she said with a 
high-pitched giggle as her face reddened. "I was just-just-" 

He nodded sagely. "I know. You were just watching your old man knock off a 
fast piece of my old lady's ass." The boy stepped forward and peered over 
Amy's shoulder into the bedroom. "Is it making you hot?" 

The blunt question surprised her almost as much as his sudden appearance. 
Embarrassment cowered her as she nervously cleared her throat and struggled 
to come up with a sophisticated response. 

"Wow, that old guy is hung like a fucking mule," the boy exclaimed with a 
whistle. "Last night when he tossed that big slab of fuck-meat at Clara, I 
thought she was gonna fucking faint! She's been in heaven ever since, and 
they've been fucking each other's brains out for hours." 

Amy heard the boy's words but she quickly became too engrossed in watching 
the bedroom action to respond. She joined Brian in peering through the 
window, careful not to miss a single stroke of her husband's huge prick as 
it continued to split fiercely between Clara's pussylips. 

"Goddamn, I've been jacking off ever since they started this shit last 
night," the boy announced. "Come on, Amy. Let's go to my room and fuck. Why 
should they have all the fun?" 

"Well, I guess you've got a good point," Amy said as she finally pried her 
gaze away from the window and glanced down at the obvious hard-on pressing 
against Brian's blue-jeaned crotch. She chuckled self-consciously and added, 
"My pussy is a little steamed up and it looks like your cock could use some 
relief." 

She followed the boy around to the back of the house and they entered 
through the kitchen door. They moved straight down a short hallway and into 
a room next to the room, where the loud, lewd noises of passionate fucking 
were already taking place. 

Brian immediately starting stripping as Amy slowly unbuttoned her blouse and 
glanced around at the boyish room, cluttered with model planes and cars, 
baseball trading cards and walls adorned with nude girls pinups from 
magazines. 

"Come on, Amy," the boy said, standing nude beside his bed, his eyes 
widening as her tits gradually came into his view. "Hurry it up. My cock is 
about to explode. Shit, thanks to your old man, I haven't had any real pussy 
since he showed up. Hell, from the size of his prick, my old lady ain't 
likely to want to settle for me anymore." 

Amy slipped her dress down over her flaring hips and on down her long, 
shapely legs, her gaze glued hungrily to the boy's engorged prick jutting 
straight out from his -She couldn't deny a sliver of pride from the boy's 
remark concerning her husband's cock-size. Right now, she was so horny that 
the boy's much-smaller prick was still a welcome sight. She was eager to 
have it snake inside her cunt and fill her pussy with its pulsating, leaping 
spasms. 

"Don't worry about your mother not wanting your cock anymore, Brian," she 
said softly as she tugged her panties down to her ankles, then gracefully 
stepped out of them. "Knowing your mother, she'll always be ready to show 
appreciation for a nice, sturdy cock like yours." 

Amy stepped up to the boy, and he threw his arms around her, pressing her 
hot, naked body against his. He kissed her wetly on the mouth and instantly 
darted his tongue between her lips. She groaned as his tongue probed her hot 
mouth and his rigid cock poked her flat belly. He was a good three inches 
shorter than Amy and he had no trouble lowering his mouth from hers and 
attacking her ripe, full tits with his lips and teeth. 

She roamed her hands over the body's youthful, muscular back and silky 
smooth tight asscheeks as he tongued her hard nipples. His eager licking and 
sucking on her throbbing tits caused shudders of rapture to rumble through 
her. She squeezed her fingers into the hard spheres of his asscheeks while 
his mouth fused and devoured her huge tits with unashamed hunger. 

She savored his kisses and the intimate contacts with his flesh even as she 
realized her excitement was mounting probably just as much from the erotic 
sounds coming from the next room. As the boy pulled her down onto his bed, 
she heard her husband's animal-like growl of passion and Clara's gasping 
whines of pleasure that signaled an imminent, thundering, mutual climax to 
their wild fucking. 

As if not to be outdone by the fucking couple in the next room, Amy and 
Brian fell across the bed, grasping at each other, frantic to start their 
own violent fucking. 

"Hurry, hurry!" Amy pleaded, grabbing the boy's cock at the thick base and 
spreading her thighs at the same time. "Fuck me now! Fuck me!" 

He lunged forward, pressing his weight between her parted thighs until his 
swollen cockhead brushed lightly against the ultra-sensitive wet lips of her 
cunt. He gripped her tits and fondled them as she controlled the up and down 
movement of his engorged prick, sliding his hot fuck-knob the length of her 
juicy pussy slit. She tightened her hold on his prick-root and poked his 
bloated cockhead against her enlarged clit, sending shock-waves of ecstasy 
throughout her body. 

Then, slowly, she lifted herself and sucked his prick gently into her pussy. 
The spongy, wet walls of her cunt passage rippled as she wedged his prick 
all the way inside. Her cunt devoured the boy's fuck-rod and her cuntlips 
choked around the base of his prick with a greedy grip. She whimpered in 
delightful joy as her pussy muscles milked his cockshaft and nibbled at his 
pulsating fuck-meat. 

When he began to move against her, she fucked right along with him, falling 
easily into ill his rhythm, speeding up when he did, slowing down when he 
slowed, all the while building the intensity of the sensations stinging her 
senses. The boy quickly went out of control, slamming his cock in and out of 
her gaping pussy, searing her quivering cunt with his vigorous fuck-strokes. 
He was like a berserk animal, fucking her with an abandoned zeal she 
couldn't remember ever experiencing. Her whimpers grew into screams of utter 
joy as the boy fucked her like a lust-obsessed, aggressive man. 

As the bed bounced beneath them, her legs climbed, finding their way on the 
backs of his legs, her hips pounding up at him as fiercely as he pistoned 
his pulsing prick in and out of her warmly wet pussy. 

She felt his prick swell inside her cunt and gasped as the sudden, first jet 
of his scorching jizz spurted into her convulsing pussy. She wrapped her 
arms and legs around him and clung to him, draining his prick with the 
spasming of her inner cunt. Her syrupy cunt sheathed the bulging, sensitive 
knob of his cock and sucked the boy-cream right out of his fuck-tube. 

At the very prime of his wad-blasting explosion, he tripped the delicate 
mechanism of her own nerves and sent her into a wild convulsion of 
exquisite, sensational sensations that toppled together in a series of 
increasing eruptions. Her clit shook while the deepest regions of her 
cunt-channel trembled and quaked, expelling a vast load of her pussy juice. 

"Ooooohhhhh! Aaaahhhh!" she wailed as her orgasms rocked through her body 
even as the thick hot come spurted from his cockhead, emptying his balls. 
"I'm getting all of your load! Yes, yes, yyyeeessss!" 

She continued to squeeze the boy against her until long after his balls had 
drained his jizz and his spent prick had softened into a lump of veiny 
fuck-meat. She savored the glorious sensations of her fading climaxes as the 
ecstasy echoed over her nerves and senses. Finally, her arms and legs went 
limp and she sprawled out on the mattress, slowly regulating her breath. 

"Damn, Amy, you can be a real tiger when you get warmed up," Brian said with 
a leering grin as he rolled off of her. 

"She certainly can," Eddie said, his manly voice filling the boy's room and 
startling Amy into alertness. 

She bolted to a sitting position on the bed and gasped as she saw her 
husband standing naked in the doorway of the boy's room. Clara was beside 
him, just as naked, with a smug smile covering her face, her right hand 
clutching Eddie's half-hard cock. 

"You should have your ass kicked, Amy, for trying to keep all of this to 
yourself," Clara said with a sassy tone, lifting Eddie's enormous prick in 
her hand. "God, I've been walking around here bow-legged since last night, 
while you were next door fucking your way out of a traffic ticket." 

Amy started to stammer a reply, but her gaze latched onto the intriguing 
sight of her husband's semi-erect cock slowly lumbering into proud, full 
hardness against the blonde's squeezing fingers. His prick was majestically 
huge even when not fully hard, and Amy was, as always, mesmerized by the 
spectacle of his cockshaft spring into bloated fullness. 

"Think you're ready to be fucked by a man, Amy?" Eddie said with a deep 
chuckle. 

She nodded without taking her eyes off his pulsating fuckpole. "Sure, 
honey." Her expression clouded. "Can I explain about last night?" 

"You could, but it'll be hard for you to talk with this crammed in your 
mouth," Eddie said with a nasty sneer as he slowly approached the bed and 
Amy. 

Familiar trembling of fear shook her as her husband neared the bed. Brian 
scampered off the bed, getting out of Eddie's way and not giving much 
comfort to Amy as she watched her husband aim his massive cockhead at her 
pale face. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Amy didn't relish experiencing another outburst of Eddie's anger. The 
unpleasant memory of two days ago was still vividly imprinted in her mind 
and she wasn't excited with the prospect of smothering to death as his 
mammoth prick clogged her mouth and throat. Desperately, she tried to 
explain all that had happened to her since Eddie's violent departure two 
days ago, but he seemed interested only in ramming his stallion-sized cock 
between her lips. 

"Plead and whine all you like, Amy, but if you don't want me to get rough, 
you'll kneel in front of me on your hands and knees," Eddie said seriously. 
He stood firmly beside the bed, his gigantic prick sticking straight out, 
ramrod stiff and huge. "No more bullshit! Get your mouth around my cock 
now!" 

She scrambled to obey his command as the mattress sagged beneath her. She 
steadied herself, as instructed, on her hands and knees, her face inches 
from his bulbous, engorged fuck-knob. 

"We'll see if I leave you frustrated and horny anymore," Eddie said through 
a hoarse chuckle. "Suck it!" 

"Please, don't hurt me, Eddie," she whispered, gazing through tear-watery 
eyes at his steel-rigid cock and big, meaty balls, dangling like huge goose 
eggs between his legs. "I'll suck your prick good if you give me a chance." 

"Stop babbling and eat cock, bitch!" he shouted, thrusting his prick into 
her face as he grabbed the back of her head with his strong hands. 

His swollen cockhead forced her lips apart just enough so that the force of 
his thrust speared the rest of his engorged prick-knob into her mouth. 
Instantly her jaws were stretched to the limit as she struggled to hold his 
enormous cock in her mouth. Then, before she could adjust to having his 
tremendous fuck-knob between her lips, he plunged his cock deeper into her 
straining mouth, completely filling it with his massive fuckmeat. 

Amy gagged involuntarily, sure that she was seconds away from choking to 
death on her husband's wickedly over-sized prick. 

"Come on, bitch," he snorted. "You don't even have half of it in your 
bitching mouth. How the hell are you going to act when I ram all of my cock 
down your fucking throat?" 

His harsh words terrified her even as she gagged and choked on his hot slab 
of fuckmeat. This wasn't the man she had married. Oh, God, what had happened 
to him? Her mind screamed the question while she tried desperately to move 
her tongue inside her prick-crammed mouth. 

As she struggled to suck his enormous cock without choking to death, she 
felt the slight stirrings of lust spark deep in the hidden pit of her cunt. 
Her fear was real, but so was the surprising tide of excitement slowly 
creeping into her senses from the dampening regions of her pussy. Eddie's 
frightening, new-found aggressiveness was also strangely igniting lifelong 
suppressed passions in the heart of her womanhood. She didn't have time now 
to question the weird reaction gradually springing to life inside her cunt 
as her gag reflex relaxed against the impaled, massive hunk of male 
fuck-meat. 

"That's better," Eddie mumbled, lowering his hands from the back of her head 
and squeezing her tits as they dangled inches above the mattress. "I knew 
you would find a way to please me. Now all you have to do is take about 
three more inches of prick and you'll have all of it in your mouth." 

Amy groaned as she heard his words and twisted her head from side to side as 
her husband slowly eased his tremendous prick deeper and deeper into her 
straining mouth. She felt his bulbous cockhead flatten against her throat 
and panic needled her instincts. It was like trying to swallow a huge chunk 
of meat without chewing. She forced air through her overworked nose and 
choked violently when her lips brushed against the thick mat of his bristled 
cock hair. She pulled back instinctively, mindful of the consequences, but 
not caring as she gasped and heaved and coughed. 

She wasn't expecting Eddie's harsh laugh, nor Clara's wicked giggle as she 
slowly recovered. Then, before she could react, Eddie again grabbed her 
short black hair and jerked her face back up to his raging fuck-pole. She 
had no choice but to obey his unspoken demand and she slithered her aching 
tongue around the slick surface of his sensitive prickknob. She nibbled his 
engorged cockhead with her lips and teased his piss-slit with her tonguetip, 
hoping to win his approval in this manner without performing the impossible 
task of taking the entire length of his gigantic prick into her mouth. 

This was indeed a different Eddie from the man she had married, she told 
herself as she frantically worked her mouth and tongue up and down the 
tender underside of his long, thick prick. The old Eddie, she knew all too 
well, would already be blasting his hot load, spraying it like white foam 
from his huge cock. But not now. His cock endured her most sensuous 
tongue-strokes and sucking massages like an unfeeling missile. 

"Maybe she needs some inspiration," Clara said, climbing on her son's bed 
and positioning herself behind Amy. 

"Good idea," Eddie said, releasing his grip on Amy's hair and returning his 
attention to her tits. 

Suddenly, Amy felt Clara's hot breath slapping against her uplifted ass and 
the backs of her thighs. She groaned as the blonde's breath intensified the 
trembling spasms now rocking the hairy valley of her cunt. When the blonde's 
tongue knifed squarely between Amy's wet cuntlips, Amy squealed joyously and 
squirmed her hips while attacking her husband's cockhead with fresh vigor. 
She felt Clara's nose pierce between her asscheeks and nudge her shitter 
mouth, sending instant flashes of pleasure throughout her body. 

Amy utilized her doggie-style position to her best advantage as she closed 
her lips around her husband's bulbous cockhead and rocked backward on her 
knees, pressing her pussy and ass harder into Clara's face. She moaned, 
delighting in the way the sound vibrations danced over Eddie's prickhead, 
causing him to express excitement for the first time. Now her womanly juices 
were flowing and her ecstasy was soaring. Sensation pounded through her cunt 
as her big tits throbbed inside her husband's kneading hands. Clara's expert 
tongue deftly sliced through Amy's moist pussylips, snaking into her quaking 
cunt and sloshing around in the boiling nectar that drenched the sensitive 
area. 

"While you're back there, lube her asshole, Clara," Eddie said, a slight 
tremor shaking his tone. "I don't want my dear wife to suffer too much when 
I plug her shitter with my prick." 

Amy wormed her mouth and lips around her husband's two-inch-thick prick 
while swaying back and forth in a gentle motion, savoring the wonderful 
tongue-fucking Clara was providing. She gave a guttural cry of pleasure when 
the blonde suddenly withdrew her tongue and skewered the fluid-coated lapper 
directly into Amy's buttery shit-chute. Amy pressed her ass back even harder 
into the blonde's face, then dropped to her elbows and used her hands to cup 
and fondle her husband's big balls without removing her lips and tongue from 
the underside of his blood-bloated cock. 

"Damn, yeah! Now we're starting to cook!" Eddie rasped, dropping his hands 
from his wife's tits, then reaching over to spread her asscheeks, allowing 
Clara's mouth and tongue more freedom in knifing in and out of Amy's 
asshole. 

As passion engulfed her, Amy clawed her fingers over Eddie's huge balls and 
rubbed her tongue in blistering strokes up and down the long length of his 
cock. She rolled her ass in tight circles, allowing her asshole to suck in 
Clara's penetrating tongue, and moaned happily as her slow-building climax 
finally erupted. Her cunt juice gushed from her trembling pussy and dripped 
down her creamy thighs. In the heat of her pleasure, she suddenly craved 
something more substantial impaling her shitter than the blonde's tongue. 

With a bold confidence inspired by her exploding lust, Amy suddenly pushed 
away from her husband's prick and balls and huskily begged Eddie to fuck her 
asshole now. 

"Do it, goddammit!" she growled. "I want your cock in my shitter! Fuck me 
there! I can't wait!" 

"Whatever you say, lady," Eddie said with a sneer as Clara fell back, 
freeing her tongue from the depths of Amy's clutching asshole. "Move around 
here and keep your ass way up in the air." 

Amy moved quickly, turning around on the bed, staying on her hands and 
knees, careful to keep her ass lifted up and easily exposed for her 
husband's cock. She panted and gasped as she waited, eager to feel his huge 
fuck-pole slice into her throbbing puckered shitter. 

Eddie gripped her asscheeks firmly and he squeezed them apart as he poked 
his swollen cockhead against her asshole, teasing her with playful jabs. She 
looked up just in time to see Clara's blonde-haired cunt being pushed into 
her face. 

"This will give you something to chew on while Eddie fucks your asshole," 
Clara said, rubbing her bushy cunt against Amy's face. "Get a good whiff 
then give me a good tonguing, Amy. Prove that I've taught you well." 

Amy speared her tongue-tip through the tangle of blonde pussy hair just as 
Eddie leaned forward and popped the entire head of his prick into her 
asshole. She screamed as the searing pain streaked across her nerves and she 
tried to twist away from his attack. 

Clara's hands sandwiched Amy's head in place, while Eddie tightened his hold 
on Amy's asscheeks, locking her into position, making it impossible for her 
to escape the double dose that awaited her. 

"No! Nnnnoooo! You're too big!" she bellowed, her screams muffled by Clara's 
cunt. "Your cock is ripping my asshole apart! Please, don't! I can't stand 
it!" 

Each time she opened her mouth to cry out, she got another mouthful of 
fleecy blonde cunt hair and the tart taste of Clara's glistening-wet pussy 
meat. But that was glorious compared to the burning pain that paralyzed her 
as Eddie continued to relentlessly fuck his huge cock deeper and deeper into 
her ass. 

Then, through the fiery pain, a violent shuddering jarred Amy's pussy and 
the heat of the pain became no match for the scorching passion that swelled 
throughout her fuckhole. She couldn't explain it and didn't try as she 
plowed her tongue through Clara's blonde cunt patch and flicked up and down 
her pussy slit. She eagerly slurped the salty nectar that -rimmed the 
blonde's seething cuntlips while her pussy quivered and convulsed as Eddie's 
corkscrewing prick nudged her bowels. 

"Hhhhaaaa! It's killing me!" she shouted, her voice lost in the moist cavern 
of Clara's cunt. "Aaaaaahhhhhh! Keep fucking my asshole, darling! Oh! 
Oooohhhhh! Your big cock is going to gut me!" 

She didn't dare twitch her hips or rotate her ass to assist his tremendous 
prick as it slid deeper into her delicate shitter. Amy tried to relax, but 
the gyrations her violent orgasm triggered made such a notion impossible. 
Her confused mind swirled as her body savored the ecstasy that smothered her 
senses. She lapped greedily at Clara's syrupy cunt and yelped with each 
fraction of her husband's deeper penetration into her asshole. 

Then, just as she knew his enormous prick was going to do severe damage to 
her blistering asshole, she felt his gigantic cock lurch and tremble and 
splash the first jets of his jism into her bowels. Thankfully, Eddie hadn't 
changed all that much, she thought as she slumped, dropping her mouth from 
Clara's wet pussy and letting her face hit the mattress. 

Eddie grunted as his cock blasted his load. His hands dug into the firm 
flesh of his wife's rounded asscheeks, and she felt his whole body tremble 
while his come raced out of his balls. His spitting prick jerked and 
convulsed inside her clinging asshole, and for a frightening few seconds, 
Amy worried that her husband's prick was hopelessly locked inside her 
shitter. 

As her tight ring of muscles squeezed around his cock, her cunt shuddered 
again and again, flexing on its own and spewing her cunt cream over her 
crotch and onto her thighs. Still, Eddie's wad powered into her asshole in a 
seemingly unending blast. His grunts intensified into growls of ecstasy 
while she whimpered and somehow endured the enema his gushing jism was 
giving her. 

Mercifully, he managed to pop his sated cock out of her ass and collapsed on 
the bed beside his wife. Amy's whimpers gradually died, but the throbbing 
and aching in the buttery depths of her shitter lasted long after huge 
amounts of his jizz flowed back out of her ravaged asshole. 

Her overtaxed senses carried her into a light sleep as much, she suspected, 
to protect her from additional attacks of cocks and tongues as anything 
else. When she woke without knowing how much later, she heard muted voices 
droning close, but it took several seconds for her to identify them or to 
comprehend what was being said. She stirred and discovered she was still 
sprawled lewdly across Brian's bed, her ass sticking up slightly. She 
swallowed and tasted residue of Clara's pussy juices on her tongue. She 
blinked her eyes until her vision focused clearly toward the sound of the 
voices. Then she came awake abruptly, her eyes widening to the fascinating 
sight of Clara gently stroking Eddie's kingsized prick with both hands. 

"Now remember to let me know when you are about to blast away," Clara was 
saying as Amy lifted her head and watched. "God, you have the biggest prick 
I've ever seen," Clara said in an awe-struck tone. "I can't get accustomed 
to it." 

"Now! Now!" Eddie suddenly blurted, grabbing Clara's stroking hands. "Do it 
now! Quick!" 

Amy watched transfixed as the blonde immediately clutched both hands around 
the top of Eddie's prickshaft and pressed her thumbs hard into the fleshy 
underside section of his cock just below his huge knob. Amy saw his 
tremendous prick redden from the thick, hairy base up to where Clara was 
strangling the sensitive area just beneath his swollen cockhead. 
Purplish-blue veins ballooned out, crisscrossing his massive cockshaft while 
his prickhead whitened in a waxy sheen. She noticed Clara's fingers and 
hands shaking as the pressure she applied increased. 

Eddie trembled as a guttural groan hissed from his mouth just before he 
slumped and propped his head back hard against the headboard. 

"It's over," he whispered. 

Amy stared as her husband's engorged cock seemed to wilt just a little. Then 
Clara slowly started fluttering her fingers up and down his enormous 
prickshaft, giving frequent attention to his sensitive prickhead with 
massaging fingertips. Soon Eddie's cock was jutting straight up from his 
hairy groin in full, towering hardness. The blonde's expert fondling 
continued even as she glanced over her shoulder at Amy and winked. 

"A little secret, dear," Clara said, dropping her fingertips from Eddie's 
bloated prickshaft and lightly massaging his balls. "This exercise is making 
Eddie the kind of stud one would expect a man to be with this much fuck-meat 
growing between his legs. You might try it sometime." 

A sharp edge of jealousy sliced into Amy's nerves as her eyes hardened on 
the blonde. She glanced toward her husband's face and instantly cooled her 
anger. He was appraising her with a remote aloofness that hurt. He groaned 
and squirmed his ass against the mattress, making sure Amy noticed how he 
was savoring Clara's delightful stroking technique on his cock and balls. 

If he wanted to play childish games of jealousy, she told herself, she would 
accommodate him. There would be no explanations about last night and the 
marvelous encounter with Steve Woods, the horny, handcuff king of traffic 
cops. She flopped around on the bed and spotted Brian snoozing across the 
foot of the mattress. Eddie can have his prick tortured all day for all I 
care, she thought as she leaned over and sucked Brian's limp cock into her 
warm mouth. 

The boy stirred and came awake immediately as Amy hungrily munched her lips 
around his growing prick. She made a special point of growling loud enough 
for her husband to hear as she tongue-whipped the boy's hardening prick. 

She groaned again as the boy's cock sprang into its full hard glory inside 
her sucking mouth. This time, the groan wasn't faked. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Three days after Eddie had packed a few of his things and moved next door to 
Clara's house, Amy's mother, Mable Kennedy, arrived from upstate to comfort 
her only daughter. Amy had postponed calling her widowed mother and relating 
the distressing news until it appeared that Eddie was serious about the 
separation. Amy had also dreaded making the call because her mother was fond 
of Eddie, and Amy didn't want her mother's opinion of Eddie to change 
drastically. Still, she knew it was only proper that her mother know the 
situation, if only to avoid any embarrassment in the future. 

Over the course of the three days since Eddie had been living next door, 
Amy's mood went from aloofness to anger to jealousy, then back again through 
the entire cycle. Once she had even called police headquarters and tracked 
down Steve Woods. But after honestly telling him the situation, he politely 
refused to come to the house or to even call. The knowledge that a husband, 
even a separated one, was lurking next door, did much to cool Steve's 
romantic pursuit. 

It was the middle of a Friday afternoon when Mable arrived, looking bright 
and pretty in a clinging lime-green pants suit. Amy marveled at how good her 
mother looked, her gaze seeping with appreciation over Mable's well-stacked 
figure that easily belied her forty-eight years. Her frosted hair was neatly 
trimmed in short curls and capped her tanned, lovely face and even, feminine 
features elegantly. 

Amy managed to act remote and to present a worldly front to her mother for 
about thirty minutes before all pretense crumbled and she told Mable 
everything. She didn't omit a single detail as she traced the problem all 
the way back to her courtship days with Eddie and his frustrating 
quick-trigger coming. 

Mable listened, interrupting only to ask specific questions, then insisted 
that she treat her daughter to a lavish dinner while they continued their 
mother-daughter discussion. Mable assured Amy that things never looked as 
bleak following a fancy meal and expensive wine. 

An elaborate four-course dinner was finished and the two women were well 
into their second bottle of wine when Amy excused herself to go to the 
ladies room. As she returned, she saw Mable hand their waiter a slip of 
paper and exchange warm smiles with him. She thought nothing more about it 
until the doorbell rang at home two hours later and Mable hurried to answer 
it. 

"That must be the little surprise I've arranged for you, dear," Mable said, 
moving toward the door. "Our waiter this evening was a handsome devil. 
Didn't you think?" 

"Mother, what have you done?" Amy said, stepping after Mable. "You gave the 
waiter this address?" 

"Dear, he wasn't asking for my autograph," Mable said with a chuckle. 

"I thought you were charging the meal. That's what I assumed." 

"Stop being a pest, darling," Mable chided as she reached the door. "Now go 
put on something sexy and I'll send your gentleman caller to your room after 
I've primed him with a stiff drink." 

"Thanks a bunch," Amy whispered. "You think he'll need a stiff drink to face 
me in my bedroom?" 

Mable laughed. "Don't be difficult, dear. I know what's best for you. It's 
unnatural for a lovely girl like you to go three days without getting 
fucked." 

"You paid him to come here, didn't you?" Amy said, not knowing whether to 
laugh or cry at her mother's outrageous scheme. 

"He's a waiter, darling. I tipped him. What's the difference? Now, I'm going 
to let him in. If you want him to see you standing here, bitching at me like 
a frightened virgin, it's up to you." 

As Mable opened the front door, Amy scurried down the hallway toward her 
bedroom, still wondering if she was going to burst into tears or gales of 
laughter. Oh, Mother, you are some kind of ballsy lady, she said to herself 
as she stripped off her dress. 

Fifteen minutes later, Amy was in bed wearing her sexiest black see-through 
down and feeling like a total fool. The more she thought about the whole 
thing, the harder she laughed. My mother, the pimp, she said to herself with 
a snicker. This is ridiculous. I'm going to put on a robe, march into the 
den and tell that poor waiter this is all some sick joke performed by a 
mentally-ill middle-aged woman. That's what I'll do, she told herself, 
flinging the bedcovers away and starting to move off the bed. 

At that moment, the bedroom door opened slowly and Amy just managed to 
scramble back beneath the covers before the waiter stepped hesitantly into 
the room. A deep blush colored her cheeks as she eyed the stranger and 
started to apologize for her mother's lewd arrangement. 

"Your mother is some lady," he said, beating her to the first statement. A 
good-natured smile spread across his handsome, dark face. "I've got to tell 
you, lady, just what I told your mother. I don't usually do this and I still 
can't believe a woman as pretty as you has to buy a lover." 

Amy giggled and tried to calm her embarrassment and his uneasiness. "My 
mother surprises me and I've known her a long time. I'm sorry you came way 
out here. Please don't feel like you have to stay. Whatever she paid you, 
you deserve for driving here and-" 

"I'd like to stay," he interrupted, moving slowly toward the bed. "I'd also 
like to fuck you. I can't imagine any guy who wouldn't get a hot boner just 
thinking about getting into your cunt." 

Amy's blush deepened, but his words cause her to appraise him with more 
detail. He was indeed handsome, apparently in his mid twenties with 
stylishly sculpted black hair. He was tall and lanky and nicely filled the 
shoulders of his sports coat. Suddenly, Amy was anxious to see him naked and 
didn't hide her mounting excitement as he began to strip beside the bed. 
When he stood before her nude, her gaze dropped to his already hard, 
blood-engorged cock and she breathed a whispered, "Bless you, Mother!" 

"What?" he said with a snicker as he slowly peeled back the bedcovers, 
exposing Amy's lush body beneath the transparent flimsy black gown. "Nice. 
Very nice," he added with a soft whistle. 

"Just what I was thinking," she said, reaching up and gently cupping his 
dangling balls in her right hand. She groaned as a spasm shuddered through 
her cunt while she massaged his heavy balls. "Your cock looks good enough to 
eat." 

He eased onto the bed as his hands went straight for her luscious, ripe 
tits. He fondled her tit-melons through the thin black material of the gown, 
watching intently as Amy's pink nipples flared into sharp points. She wasted 
little time fluttering her left hand up and down his impressive eight-inch 
prick, savoring the silky smooth, hot flesh stretched over his rigid 
cockshaft. 

The waiter's groans transformed into guttural sighs as he ducked his head 
down and eagerly sucked in mouthfuls of tit-flesh and lacy gown. He roamed 
his hands up and down her creamy thighs, teasingly avoiding contact with her 
dampened pussy for agonizing seconds. Amy spread her legs as he rolled over 
on top of her and she thrilled at the secure sensation of a man's hard, lean 
body pressing against her again. The warmth soothed her nerves and tingled 
her senses as her cunt juiced and her clit throbbed into lusty hardness. 

She rubbed her left thumb over his swollen cockhead and felt the oozing 
stickiness of his jizz already seeping through his piss-slit. More trembles 
quaked her body as his hands snaked under her gown and finally rubbed over 
her burning cunt. She moaned in hot passion and suddenly gripped the 
pulsating, thick base of his fuck-shaft with her left hand, impatient for 
him to plunge his cock deep into her convulsing pussy channel. She continued 
to massage and knead his jizz-filled balls with her right hand, keeping 
contact as if gripping a lifeline. 

"Fuck me! Please, fuck me now," she pleaded, hissing the word as his head 
bobbed up and down on her chest, his mouth sucking her huge tits with wild 
urgency. "Oh, God I can't wait! Fuck me! Fuck me quick! I need a big, hard 
cock so bad!" 

He pushed her gown up around her hips and waist without removing his hungry 
mouth and tongue from her tits. He wedged himself between her spread thighs 
and, while she still gripped his balls and the root of his prick, he poked 
his engorged fuck-knob between her quivering, hairy cuntlips. He humped his 
ass once and plunged his steel-hard cock deeper into her pussy, his swollen 
prickhead popping completely into her cunt opening, stretching apart the 
lips of her pussy. 

She greeted the intrusion with a loud yelp and lost her grip on his 
prick-root and his balls. Then she humped her ass off the mattress and 
allowed her juice-drenched cunt to suck in his plunging fuck-rod with such 
force that his penetration ended with his balls slapping against her ass in 
a loud smack of flesh hitting flesh. 

Amy went berserk as she hugged the waiter down hard against her gown-covered 
tits, thrilling to the way he continued to suck her massive, shapely 
tit-melons into his mouth. She rolled from side to side, undulating as if 
she were trying to pull out his powerful fuckpole by the root and capture it 
forever inside her womanly depths. 

"Oh! Oooooohhhhhh! I'm coming!" she yelled, swinging her legs up and around 
his humping waist. She squeezed her thighs together, clamping around him and 
holding him as best she could while he hammered his prick in and out of her 
shuddering, coming pussyhole. "Yes, yeeeesss! Ride me all the fucking way! 
Make me keep coming, baby! Ooooohhh! Aaaaahhhhh, yeah, I'm really coming!" 

The intensity of her orgasm startled her briefly, but her senses were 
overwhelmed by the ecstasy of the climax and she didn't devote much energy 
to thinking about it. Instead, Amy lost herself in the glorious sensations 
of the violent come, savoring every second of the tremendous trembling and 
convulsing that shook her body. Her hot cunt juice gushed out, drenching his 
cock and cascading on out over her quivering pussylips, bathing his balls in 
the process. 

With her thighs locked tightly around his waist and meeting his every 
fuck-stroke with a mighty humping thrust of her own, it was only a matter of 
seconds before the waiter grunted, stiffened and shot his hot wad deep into 
her cunt. His blast flooded her pussyhole, drowning fuckhole with thick 
jism. Another violent climax rumbled throughout her cunt as the walls of her 
pussyhole milked his spitting prick, drinking every drop of his come. 

Eventually his drained cock slipped out of her wet pussy and he rolled off 
her, gasping for breath beside her. She enjoyed the slowly evaporating 
tingles that danced through her senses as she felt some of his jizz trickle 
out her cunthole and ooze over her pussylips. 

Following a few more minutes of recuperation, she at up on the bed and 
pulled her gown off over her head. She dropped the flimsy material to the 
floor beside the bed and scooted down to lick her pussy juice off his limp 
prick. He stirred and moaned as she closed her soft lips around his 
now-flabby fuckmeat. She smiled as his cock started to grow inside her warm 
mouth. 

"Listen, lady, as much as I would like you to keep doing what you're doing, 
you'll have to stop," he said, placing a restraining hand on her shoulder. 
"I'm sorry." 

Reluctantly she lifted her mouth off his semi-hard prick and glanced at him 
with a confused expression. "Well, this is really my night for firsts," she 
said. "I've never had a man tell me to stop sucking his cock." 

He swung his legs over the edge of the mattress and stood. He smiled at her 
sheepishly as he started backing toward the bedroom door, leaving his 
clothes in a heap on the floor. 

"Look, I had to promise your mother that I would fuck her if she arranged it 
so I could fuck you first." His explanation was causing his face to blush as 
Amy watched him. He shrugged and added, "I think I better save something for 
her." 

A dismayed look remained on Amy's face long after the waiter had dashed out 
of the room. Then her laughter started deep in her throat and soon boomed 
from her mouth uproariously. 

Mable, you are one sly bitch, she said to herself as she fell back on the 
bed. She soon drifted off into pleasant sleep, convinced that with Mable 
arranging things, she would once again have Eddie and her marriage. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

It was noon before Amy stirred and shook off the deep, peaceful sleep. She 
gazed in disbelief at the bedside clock, then scrambled out of bed, dismayed 
that she had spent half of Saturday asleep, alone. She stepped over her 
black, sexy gown that littered the floor, glanced around without seeing the 
waiter's clothes, then hurried on into the bathroom for her morning shower. 

She giggled with girlish glee as she recalled the waiter's last words to her 
last night and the way he darted out of the bedroom, rushing toward his 
agreed-fuck with Mable. Just wait, Mother, Amy said to herself as she 
toweled and wrapped a terry-cloth white robe around her naked body. I want 
to hear your explanation for buying me a stud, then helping yourself to him 
as part of the deal. 

She was still chuckling as she stepped out of the bedroom and started down 
the hallway, anxious to discover how Mable had been spending the Saturday 
morning without Amy's supervision. She had only to reach the guest bedroom 
to get her answer. 

As she passed the partially closed bedroom door, she froze, hearing the 
familiar sounds of lusty moans and guttural groans that could signal nothing 
but a passionate couple embarking on a frenzied fuck. Her first thoughts 
were of the waiter and she almost laughed aloud as she peeked into the guest 
bedroom, ready to teasingly scold Mable for getting more than her money's 
worth. 

Amy gasped and had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from making a 
louder sound. Her eyes went wide as she saw Mable stretched naked across the 
bed, her shapely thighs spread wide and her knees raised with her feet flat 
on the mattress. Eddie was kneeling beside her, just as naked, his long, 
thick cock throbbing in its full glory majestically out from his hairy 
crotch. His mouth was buried between Mable's lush, cushiony tits while two 
of his working, searching fingers dug around inside her juicy pussy. 

As if drawn closer to the lewd scene, Amy pushed the door open wider 
silently and stood unnoticed in the doorway, her eyes riveted on the 
shocking sight. She watched in speechless fascination as her mother ran 
greedy fingers up and down Eddie's gigantic fuck-pole, groaning in heated 
passion. 

"Your cunt is on fire, Mable," Eddie whispered, continuing to rotate his 
fingers in and out of her wet, soupy pussy. "I've got to fuck you now." 

Amy heard her mother give a husky chuckle. "Go ahead," Mable cooed. "Just 
take it easy, Eddie. You could kill a woman with a cock like yours. But, 
hell, don't let me talk you out of fucking me. Shit, I can't live forever." 

Eddie maneuvered himself between Mable's spread thighs and rubbed his 
fingers over Mable's legs as he prepared to spear her welcoming cunt with 
his huge cockhead. He leaned forward, bracing himself on his knees as he 
poked his engorged fuck-knob against her trembling, silver-haired cunt. 

"Oooohhhhh!" Mable screamed, lifting her ass off the mattress. "It's already 
splitting my pussylips in two! Aaahhhh, it feels so damn good! Go, Eddie! 
Fuck me, baby!" 

"Try to stop me now, Mable," Eddie hissed as he lunged his massive prick all 
the way into her slippery cunt. "It's a pleasure to fuck a mature woman with 
enough experience to know what she's getting." 

"Just keep fucking me, boy," Mable gasped. "Oh, my God, what a big prick! My 
fuck-pocket has never been this crammed! 

"God, it's wonderful!" 

Amy was transfixed as she saw her mother bow her back, shoving her ass deep 
in the mattress before lurching upward at Eddie's cock, impaling herself on 
the entire length of his king-sized prick. Within seconds, the older woman 
was gyrating beneath Eddie's driving prick, rotating in a practiced, expert 
fashion, emphasizing each deep-thrust of his huge fuckrod. 

Eddie was staying in perfect rhythm with the mature woman. He would lunge 
downward when he felt her surge up at him, meeting her halfway and grinding 
his bristly haired cock patch against her big triangular gray silk pelt 
until she was deep in the mattress. As he quickly withdrew his massive 
prick, she was rolling her ass from side to side, enjoying the feel of his 
huge cockhead sucking out of her grasping pussy. 

As the pace of their fucking increased, Amy inched closer to the bed, almost 
in a trance-like fashion. Her gaze remained glued to the lusty action taking 
place between her mother and her husband. Shock had long since vanished, 
leaving her senses tingling in arousal as her pulse thumped wildly and her 
tits throbbed passionately. She felt her own pussy dampen, and without 
really being aware of it, her right hand was parting the folds of her robe 
and she was tracing her fingers up and down her slime slick cunt. 

Amy now had a close-up view as her mother suddenly stiffened and began 
quivering from head to toe. Mable hugged Eddie tight down against her 
heaving tits and stuck her tonguetip deep in his ear. 

"Oh, what a great fuck!" Mable wailed. "Aaaahhhh, you stud, keep fucking 
your wonderful cock all the way into my guts! Ooooohhhh!" 

Amy witnessed her mother's nerve-jarring orgasm while her own cunt churned 
as it sucked in two of her stiffened fingers. Amy groaned with pleasure as 
she finger-fucked her pussy without taking her eyes away from the horny 
sight of her husband fucking her mother's convulsing pussy. 

"Here it comes, Mable!" Eddie warned with a deep growl. "I've got a big load 
ready to wash out your cunt!" 

Amy rested one foot up on the foot of the mattress, positioning herself 
better to cram her fingers furiously in and out of her dripping pussy. She 
was directly behind her husband's manly ass as she saw him tremble, his 
firm, smallish asscheeks shaking as his hot come blasted out of his big 
balls. His lusty scream signaled the eruption of his thick wad as he fucked 
his pulsating prick a final time hard into Mable's spread pussy meat. Mable 
bellowed another shrieking cry of pleasure as Eddie's tremendous cock 
discharged his searing come. 

Amy worked her fingers all the way into her gaping cunt, moaning as her 
pussy juices flowed from her fuck-canal and her clit twitched violently. She 
saw her husband fall heavily on top of Mable, his body jerking and spasming 
while his man-cream shot into her sucking cunt. 

Finally, Eddie rolled away, leaving Mable gasping for air and moaning in the 
afterglow of sensational ecstasy. Amy ignored the flicker of jealousy that 
sparked inside her and concentrated on finger-fucking herself to her own 
glorious orgasm. Besides, she convinced herself, sharing Eddie with her 
mother wasn't so bad. She owed her own mother at least that much, she 
decided as she worked herself to a thundering climax. 

It was then, just as her shuddering orgasm tripped, that Mable and Eddie 
noticed Amy for the first time. Spasms rippled throughout her quaking cunt 
and Amy shrieked. 

She gazed smugly at her mother's lewd grin, then winked. "I guess this was 
your idea of how to save my marriage?" she asked in a throaty whisper. She 
took her leg off the mattress and stood beside the bed. She glanced at her 
husband. "Are you going to tell me that Mother seduced you away from Clara?" 

Eddie appraised his wife with an amused smirk. "Why don't you stop trying to 
figure things out and do something useful?" he said, bracing himself up on 
the mattress beside Mable with an elbow. 

"Any suggestions?" Amy retorted, leveling a cool glare on her husband. 

"Sure," he snapped. He reached over and teased Mable's nipples with his 
fingertips. "Show us how much you love us by sucking my come out of your 
mother's cunt." 

"Oh, what a marvelous idea, darling," Mable cooed. She spread her thighs 
invitingly and leered at her daughter. 

Amy continued to gaze at them for several seconds with a hands-on-hips 
stance, then slowly smiled. She shrugged. "Maybe that's the least I can do," 
she said climbing onto the bed. 

"Good girl," Eddie said as Amy eased between Mable's spread thighs and 
gently kissed her mother's wet pussy. 

She licked over the slick, silky surface of Mable's quivering pink pussy 
tissues, slurping at her glistening cuntmeat, tasting an intoxicating 
mixture of womanly nectar and salty come. When she tongued Mable's huge 
clit, the older woman shuddered and involuntarily clamped her meaty thighs 
around Amy's head, locking her face against her twitching pussy. 

Her mother's guttural groans of ecstasy encouraged Amy to drill her tongue 
deep into Mable's drenched passage, flicking her way through the yielding, 
syrupy flesh of her inner pussy cavern. 

"Right back where you started from, dear," she heard Mable chuckle, placing 
her hands gently on Amy's head, pressuring her face slightly harder into her 
churning cunt. 

Passion and desire heated Amy's senses as she tongued and sucked rich gobs 
of Eddie's jism out of Mable's pussy channel. She buried her nose against 
Mable's quivering clit and noisily slurped the hot juices from the older 
woman's trembling fuckhole. 

At that moment, Amy growled with renewed passion as she felt her husband's 
enormous cockhead probe up and down her asscrack. A fresh wave of excitement 
shuddered through her as she realized Eddie was about to plunge his huge 
prick into her puckered asshole. She wiggled her ass up and down, delighting 
in the way his hot, spongy fuck-knob slicked between her asscheeks, 
searching for her contracting shitter. She lapped hungrily at her mother's 
dripping cunt, eagerly anticipating Eddie's penetration of her tight 
asshole. Her pussy juices boiled in the depths of her spasming pussy canal, 
her cunt muscles flexing against an imaginary cock. 

Then in the most pleasant surprise of the day, Eddie suddenly rubbed his 
cockhead over Amy's tiny shitter and continued downward until his engorged 
fuck-knob drilled directly into her unsuspecting pussy. Amy yelped happily 
as his cock hammered hard into her cunt, stroking nonstop all the way, 
stretching her delicate cunt walls and piercing the tender pink flesh of her 
inner pussy. 

The force of Eddie's fuck-stroke secured Amy's doggie-style position and 
rammed her face even harder against her mother's seething cunt. She buried 
her hot, darting tongue as deep as possible inside Mable's trembling pussy 
and bellowed another guttural cry of passion. 

"We're going to make it work out for both of us, Amy," Eddie said, his words 
stammering between grunts and groans as he fucked his massive prick in and 
out of his wife's cunt. "With Mable's and Clara's help, we can't miss." 

She managed to hear his words even as her mother's creamy thighs squeezed 
tighter around her head. Sensations raced through her body, sending waves of 
ecstasy gushing over her nerves as her mind and heart sang in the happy 
knowledge that Eddie was right. 

After all, strong marriages usually became stronger when forced to endure 
some rocky times, she thought as her body trembled and she felt Eddie's cock 
leap inside her convulsing pussy. She groaned contentedly as her husband's 
jizz shot into her cunt just as her mother's pussy juice splashed in a 
fierce tide into her sucking mouth. 

Amy allowed her ecstasy to carry her toward a floating peace. She smiled and 
sighed amid her surrounding warmth and security. 


THE END
