Making Mrs. Robinson
by Bill Randolph


FOREWORD 

Behind the outward serenity and closed doors of middle-class suburban homes, 
we find people tormented by the same problems that have afflicted men and 
women throughout the ages. 

While Americans today are leading "the good life", enjoying material 
comforts unheard of in other countries, people may still find themselves in 
an emotional turmoil, reinforced by the increasing alienation of our 
life-style. 

Hope Baker is a typical suburban housewife. She is surrounded by material 
comforts. Yet her boredom and her husband's increasing neglect lead her into 
acts which she never dreamed she was capable of. With each day she finds 
herself set more irretrievably upon a path from which there is no turning 
back. 

MAKING MRS. ROBINSON is a novel about this woman-a novel about the problems 
that may confront any woman when she makes the fateful decision to ignore 
society's prohibitions. 

-The Publisher 


Chapter One 

Hope Baker, twenty-two and married six months, was feeling the first panic 
as a wife. Oh, God, was the honeymoon over? She flipped the long, unruly mop 
of her silky blonde hair over her shoulder as she crouched between her 
husband's naked thighs. 

Paul was starting to snore, his handsome profile on the pillow. A tingle of 
desire swept through the horny young bride as she gazed at her naked 
husband. She had fallen in love with him on their first date almost a year 
ago. A happy, six-month courtship followed, then the wedding. And the whole 
last year had been sheer bliss; at least until this evening. 

Maybe I'm making too much out of this, she told herself as her blue eyes 
traveled down the length of his uncovered body. The lusty tingles 
intensified as Hope stared at his prick and balls. Even in sleep, Paul's 
giant cock was impressive. At full, throbbing erection, his cock was nine 
inches long and as thick as a baseball bat. Well, almost, she grinned, 
recalling she had measured it on their wedding night. 

Her sensual smile faded. Suddenly, that glorious night seemed so long ago. 
It had been two nights since they had fucked, and Hope couldn't ignore the 
panic that gripped her. Was she losing her appeal to Paul? Did he have 
another woman? What have I done? 

The questions plagued her instinctively, she knew she had to rekindle the 
passions that had flamed their young love. She wanted the magic to return to 
their marriage, and she felt that it was her responsibility to recapture 
that hungry need. 

She sighed as she lightly traced her fingertips along his inner thighs. She 
continued to stare at his cock, watching for signs of life. She moaned 
softly, more to herself than anyone, as she detected a slight tremor along 
his sleeping cockshaft. She ducked down, drawing her lovely face to within 
inches of his fuckmeat and washed it with her hot breath. 

She whiffed the exciting male aroma of his cock and balls and, at the same 
time, she felt horny pulsations tingle her mammoth, naked tits. Her pink 
nipples became stiff and rubbery as she contemplated lapping her tongue over 
his cock and balls. 

She closed her fingers around his nuts and gingerly massaged them as she 
deliberately flicked her tongue-tip out over the veiny shaft of his cock. At 
the same time, she recalled how just the sight of her luscious, nude body so 
recently never failed to arouse Paul. He had always been like a mad animal, 
never able to get enough of her. She sighed again even while thrilling to 
the salty-sweet taste of his cockmeat. She started licking her tongue over 
every inch of his soft prick. Her tits jiggled and her sensitive nipples 
tickled with lusty arousal. God, how she wished Paul would respond, sit up 
and suck her tits into his mouth. She loved the way her husband used to 
fondle and suck her tits. 

Meanwhile, it was all up to her, and Hope started working feverishly. She 
lapped at his cock, soaking it with her saliva. Then, when the lump of his 
fuckmeat was glistening with her spit, she brought her lush lips down to his 
cockhead and sucked it into her warm mouth. She munched delicately on the 
spongy cockknob and suddenly moaned as she detected a slight stirring from 
her husband. 

He turned his head on the pillow, but his eyes remained closed. At the same 
time, his cock began to grow! Hope quickened the pressure of her sucking, 
drawing more and more of his flabby prickmeat between her lips. She massaged 
his balls more: urgently, rolling them between her soft fingers and loving 
the feeling of the male balls filling her hands. 

Her excitement surged as his cock uncoiled inside her mouth. She flicked her 
tongue over the surface of his ballooning fuckmeat. There was no stopping 
his hard-on now! 

Inch-by-inch, his cock gradually surged to its full nine inches. Hope's lips 
stretched to accommodate the massive prick, and finally she was bobbing her 
pretty head up and down on his prick. She greased his cock with her spit as 
she gripped her lips in a ring around his cockshaft. She built up the speed 
of her sucking with every second, developing a blistering tempo as her lips 
scorched the surface of his cock. 

Her own excitement matched the surging of Paul's cock, and by the time his 
prick was standing stiff and tall, her own pussy was seeping clear juices. 
Her puffy cuntlips pulsed and her clit throbbed and tingled. Desire 
overwhelmed her, and the two days she had been denied her husband's body had 
caught up with her. The frustration had come to an abrupt head. Hope Baker 
WSS a sexy young woman possessed and driven by her own lusty needs. 

She gobbled up her husband's prick, massaging it with her lips, tongue and 
teeth. At the same time, she toyed with his balls, milking them with busy 
fingers and even slipping one finger down along his ass crease. She rocked 
back and forth on her knees as her body flamed with passion. Her pussy 
trembled as her cunt nectar continue to ooze from her slippery cuntslit. Her 
clit seemed to vibrate with every beat of her heart, and she felt the 
white-hot sizzle of pure desire knife into her cunthole. 

"Damp, Hope, what are you doing?" Paul said, his voice cutting into her 
lust-numb consciousness. "Can't a guy get some sleep around here without you 
trying to rape my cock?" 

She sat up, startled by his awakening. She rested on her haunches, her big 
tits heaving with her rapid breathing. She grinned through the cascading 
curls of her blonde hair, seeing quickly that her young husband wasn't as 
angry as his words had sounded. In fact, there was a slight smirky curve to 
his manly lips and his brown eyes sparkled with just the hint of devilish 
lust that had, up until the last two days, been a familiar sight. 

"Sure you want to sleep right now?" she cooed, keeping her hands on his 
balls. She licked her lips and added a sexy wink which made him snicker. 

"You really are a cock-crazy slut, you know it?" he said. 

He reached up lazily and cupped her tits as if weighing them with his palms. 
He rubbed his thumbs across her rubbery, pink nipples and made her groan and 
shiver. 

"Such a horny, beautiful cock-crazy slut." "I love the way you talk, 
darling," she purred, making him laugh again. 

"You aren't neglected," he countered, sounding just a bit defensive.. 

She kept smiling and fingering his balls. "Two whole days, honey. That's how 
long it's been. Don't you know? When a girl gets used to such a big cock on 
a regular basis, two days without it can be like forever." 

The smirk broadened on his face as he slowly lifted his hands and propped 
them behind his head on the pillow. "Well, in that case, baby, you better go 
back to your feast. I wouldn't want to deny my best girl her favorite food." 

Hope giggled girlishly and eagerly dipped back down to capture his stiff 
prick between her lips. She sucked up his towering fuck shaft in one smooth 
gulp, flattening her tongue along the underside of his cock shaft and 
managing to take it all. Her lips tickled the bushy forest of his cock-patch 
and she again slipped a finger against his asscrack. 

Paul squirmed slightly and she quickly used his movement to her advantage. 
She tickled his whole with her finger while beginning to bob her head up and 
down on his prick. She dragged her lips along his cock flesh and suddenly 
clamped her lips around the rim of his cockhead. She lashed her tongue-tip 
against his pisser, teasing the little hole and making her 
twenty-five-year-old husband squirm that much more. 

She thrilled as she tasted his pre-come fluid brimming his pin-slit. She 
lapped it up eagerly, then fished her tongue-tip against the hole again and 
again anxious for more. She moaned as his cock twitched against her mouth 
and tongue. This was more like it! She knew Paul would soon grab her and pin 
her beneath him just before driving his aroused, steel-hard prick straight 
into her quivering cunt channel. 

Her senses sizzled as her lusty excitement zoomed. Every nerve vibrated and 
her juicy cunt overflowed with her rich nectar. The horny young wife was 
panting even as she gobbled up her husband's fuckmeat. 

She opened her mouth wide and dropped her face all the way onto his prick. 
She sucked and licked on his cock, devouring the tasty treat, and thrilling 
to the way Paul shuddered in response. 

Then, suddenly and quite unexpectedly, his cock surged inside her sucking 
mouth. His mighty fuck pole shuddered just as a thick shower of his jism 
exploded from his pisser. Caught by surprise, Hope gasped just as the first 
spray of his load sprang against the back of her throat. She gulped 
involuntarily, swallowing his wad just as more of the foamy come slammed 
into her mouth. She clamped her lips around the fat base of his cock and 
sucked harder, milking his balls dry as his jizz choked her. 

Her jaws ached from the work, but she loved the hot sensation of his thick 
spunk coating her tonsils. She gulped his load loudly and continued to 
fondle his balls as she drained them. 

Then, too quickly, his heaving orgasm subsided and she managed only to slurp 
up drops of his salty-sweet spunk. She lapped at his cock, making sure she 
was getting all of it. Reluctantly, Hope finally freed his cock from her 
lips and rested her face on his upper thigh. 

She licked her lips, savoring the residue of his come and catching some 
before it dripped from the corners of her lush mouth. She groaned and 
stirred slightly. Her knees were up under her chest, her shapely, round ass 
up in the air. Her big tits grazed her husband's leg and only now did she 
experience her true frustration. 

Her cunt was on fire, pulsing and tingling in overheated desire. Her hard 
little clit throbbed and her cuntwalls continued to vibrate as the slick 
coating of her nectar trickled down to her outer cuntlips. 

Suddenly, she pushed herself up and attempted to mount her husband's prick. 
She straddled his thighs and planted her wet, hot pussy just above his 
wilting prick-knob. At the same time she gripped the base of his prick and 
tried to wedge his cockmeat into her hungry fuckhole. 

"Hey, take it easy, hon," Paul said with a soft snicker. "You just got my 
rocks, remember?" 

"I remember," she gasped, hurrying to stuff his prick into her pussy before 
it softened too much. "Now I need mine." 

"Forget it, Hope," he whispered, squeezing her hips and shifting her off his 
crotch. "Maybe later." 

Stunned and suddenly hurt, Hope rolled over beside him. She stared up at the 
ceiling for long seconds, feeling the powerful need clutch the depth of her 
pussy passage and pulse out to every region of her body. She couldn't 
understand his rejection. Her mind raced, but her body refused to let her 
ignore the horny need engulfing her. 

"What is it, Paul?" she finally whispered. "Tell me what's happening to us?" 

"Nothing," he snapped, rolling over onto his side, his back to her. "Get 
some sleep. Tomorrow is your big day." 

There, in his voice, she had the answer to what was bugging him. It hurt her 
like a bolt of lightning. Immediately she sat up and propped herself on an 
elbow. She reached over and touched his shoulder. 

"Darling, don't be upset because I'm going back to work," she purred. "It's 
only part time. Besides, you know as well as I do that we aced the extra 
money." 

"I know," he rasped, keeping his back to her. "You keep reminding" 

"Shit, Paul, you know it isn't like that," she countered. "It's no crime for 
me to help out, at least until you get on with the insurance agency." 

"Bullshit, Hope," he said, jerking the covers up over him. "They're jerking 
me around and we both know it. I'll be working in that damn garage the rest 
of my-life." 

"That's bullshit!" she snapped. "We aren't giving up! And so what if you 
can't change jobs for a while? You think that matters to me? I fell in love 
with the best truck mechanic in town." 

"Except we can't make it on a grease monkey's pay," he rasped with a bitter 
laugh. 

"We'll do just fine." 

"Yeah. As long as you go back to that damn real estate office and let 
fuckin' Dennis Andersen pinch your ass." 

Paul jumped the bedcovers off and bolted from the bed. He stomped out of the 
room. 

Hope started to follow him but stopped herself. What could she say? She knew 
nothing would convince her husband that she could handle Dennis Andersen's 
harmless flirtations. Sure, her ex-boss used to ask her out, and 
occasionally he made a pass, but not just at her. 

Dennis was the typical hard prick who liked collecting stray pussy. There 
were a lot of guys like that, Hope knew. But convincing Paul that she wasn't 
going to fall for any of Andersen's lines was useless. Besides, Dennis had 
offered to take her back as much more than a receptionist. He had promised 
to train her to be an agent and to eventually help her pass the real estate 
license test. She and Paul could certainly use the extra money her part time 
job would bring in, and she was determined to prove to Paul that it wouldn't 
hurt their young marriage. Surely, she kept telling herself, Paul would soon 
see how her income would ease the pressure on him. Surely, he would soon see 
the benefits. 

Meanwhile, she could hear her husband in the kitchen, probably going after 
the last two beers in the fridge. She lay back on the bed with a heavy sigh. 
Soon she heard the sounds of the TV and she could picture her naked young 
husband guzzling beer and staring blankly at the screen. Obviously, it would 
be a while before he came back to bed. 

Hope tried to shove all the unpleasant thoughts from her head. Accomplishing 
that, she was left with the lusty ache in her cunt and the rest of her sexy 
body. Automatically, she touched her huge tits and tweaked the rosy, stiff 
nipples. The pleasant sparks tickled her nerves and sent her senses into a 
spinning turmoil. Involuntary spasms rattled her cuntwalls and her puffy 
cunt flaps sizzled, demanding her attend on. 

Within minutes she was in the bathroom, safe and private behind the locked 
door, and drilling two fingers up into her juicy, hot pussy. She rammed the 
digits in and out with a frenzy of activity, bringing herself closer and 
closer to a fast climax. Then, just as her cunt-muscles flexed and the wild 
tremors roared throughout her fuckhole, she glimpsed herself in the bathroom 
mirror. Her whole lovely young body was trembling as she fought to stifle 
the automatic squeal that leaped through her throat. 

She braced herself against the wall as her nectar washed down over her 
fingers and hand. Her pussy spasmed mightily, ringing her nerves from head 
to toe. And in that brief moment of total honesty that crept into her 
consciousness just before the ecstasy of her climax began to subside, she 
thought about Dennis Andersen and the womanly pride of knowing how she 
turned on another man. 

 Chapter Two 

All the confidence she had felt upon entering the offices of the Andersen 
Real Estate Agency vanished the instant the new young receptionist escorted 
her into Dennis Andersen's private office. Hope had felt especially 
confident dressed in her lemon-yellow silk blouse and off-white skirt. The 
slight leg-silt of her skirt showed just enough of her fabulous thighs to 
make male heads turn on the Street as she had marched to the office. Her 
white heels accented her alluring appearance, but it was obviously her huge 
tits bulging inside her blouse that captured Dennis' instant attention. 

He beamed a broad smile and stood behind his desk as she strolled into his 
office. It had been six months since they had last seen each other, and from 
his expression, that had been much too long. It had been on her wedding day 
that the two had last spoken, and now Hope remembered the scene all too 
well. A cold shiver rattled over her as she recalled the good-luck kiss he 
had given her while coyly rubbing an exploring hand over her plump, firm 
ass. 

Dennis Andersen was in his mid-thirties, married for the third time, and a 
very dapper dresser. He was quite good-looking, almost to Hope's eye-a 
pretty boy type. His wavy blond hair was perfectly combed and his tanned, 
movie star face was accustomed to the bright, toothy smile he was now 
flashing right at her tits. 

There was no doubt his flashy good-looks had some effect on Hope, as on most 
women. That, she reminded herself quickly, didn't altar the fact that she 
loved Paul more than anything and that her marriage was the most important 
thing in her life. 

Still, she couldn't deny the vague tremor that automatically twitched her 
clit as she faced him. 

She was aware, unsettlingly so, of her nipples stiffening under his obvious 
gaze, but she tried to act casual as she sat on the chair in front of his 
desk and demurely crossed a leg over the other. She made no effort to hide 
the slice of thigh that peeked through the slit of her skirt as she returned 
his charming smile and nodded at him. 

"I knew you'd be back," he said, finally sitting down and appraising her all 
over with his expressive blue eyes. "The pretty ones never leave me for 
long." 

She laughed. "Oh, Dennis, you haven't changed." 

"Of course not," he said with a shrug. "Admit it, honey. You'd be 
disappointed if I had become some old dead-ass." 

"I came back to work, Dennis," Hope said, still smiling but managing to make 
her voice firm. "I can play all the time at home with Paul." 

Dennis waved a hand in front of his faceas if dismissing her words as utter 
nonsense. "That was always your trouble, Hope. Work, work, work. That's all 
you ever thought about. I was hoping by now you'd know that work and play 
should go together. It makes the work so much more enjoyable." 

He slowly moved around his desk and sat on the corner directly in front of 
her. She couldn't ignore the hammering of her heart as she gazed up at him. 
She could whiff the intoxicating after-shave lotion on him and she couldn't 
seem to shake her gaze off his riveting blue eyes. She squirmed uneasily on 
her chair and cleared her throat. 

"Dennis, perhaps we better talk about the job," she said softly. "On the 
phone you promised-" 

"Forget what I said on the phone, sugar" he said easily. "In-person is what 
counts. And now I'm telling you that if you want to come back to work here, 
things have to be different. I'm so much easier to get along with if certain 
female employees are a little playful on the job. Know what I mean?" 

She nodded. "I think I'd better go," she whispered, starting to stand. 

"Don't be dumb, Hope," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder with just 
enough pressure to keep her seated on the chair. Again his blue eyes nailed 
her as his expression turned serious. "I've missed you. I think about you 
all the fucking time. Now all I want is for you to be friendly. Do that, and 
things can be so fine for you around here that you'll never know how you 
survived without this place." 

"I love my husband, Dennis," she said, her voice quivering. 

"I don't doubt it," he snapped. "I'm not asking you to leave the guy. Just 
let yourself go a little. You'll probably surprise yourself. I'm betting 
you'll love it." 

"I'm not interested in a job, that includes cheating on Paul," she said. 

"Cheating?" he said with a scoff. "Baby, you're only cheating yourself out 
of some good times. Not to mention all the joy you're missing out on. 
Besides, making you feel good is all I'm interested in. It'll make your work 
go smoother." 

He eased his hand down from her shoulder to her tit. Hope gasped softly and 
sat rigidly as his hand rubbed over the tit mound, grazing the silk of her 
blouse. Her tits suddenly throbbed as heat covered them. Gradually, his 
slow, circling massaging caused her nipples to tingle into a rock-hard 
erections and she had to moan. 

"You shouldn't do that, Dennis," she sighed. 

"You should stop me, but you don't want to. Right?" 

She didn't bother to answer. They both knew the answer. Guilt battled with 
the sudden excitement she felt. God, why am I letting him do this to me? 
What am I doing? I should storm right out of here! 

But the pleasure and the lewd thrill of Dennis Andersen calmly fondling her 
tits through her blouse in his private office was too much. The sensation 
was too great. She couldn't help herself. Oh, fuck, I'm getting so horny, 
she told herself. 

Slowly, deliberately, he expertly began unbuttoning her blouse and Hope 
offered no protest. She kept gazing into his deep-blue eyes and felt as if 
she were about to swoon. He was mesmerizing her, she thought, and the 
romantic notion struck her as somehow fitting to the moment. At least, it 
seemed to momentarily soothe her guilt, leaving nothing in the way of the 
raw passion and pleasure that quickly overtook her. 

In seconds he had unbuttoned her blouse and lifted her bra up over her 
luscious, ripe tit melons. Her big, jutting tits flopped into open view and 
Dennis seemed to marvel at them. She thrilled to the examination he gave 
them before lightly rubbing his fingers over the pointy tit tips. 

"Mmmmmm, Dennis, this is wrong," she said weakly as the pleasure sizzled 
through her. 

"Tell me that a few minutes from now," he said, slipping off the edge of his 
desk and kneeling in front of her. 

He cupped her mammoth, shapely tits in both of his hands and squeezed them 
tenderly. He leaned his face forward and she shivered as she felt his breath 
on her naked tits. Shudders vibrated throughout her body and she suddenly 
felt melted to the chair. She uncrossed her long legs and casually parted 
her knees, giving him more room to lean closer. 

In the next instant he kissed one of her pink nipples. Just the gentle touch 
of his lips on the tip-end of her nipple sent waves of ecstasy over her 
senses. She gasped and fought the urge to clasp his head tight against her 
tits and chest. Instead, Hope continued to sit rigidly on the chair, as if 
she were a prisoner to his lusty attentions. 

He directed another soft kiss on her other nipple, but this time flicked his 
tongue out across the rubbery, stiff tit bud. He teased the nipple with his 
tongue for several glorious seconds, wetting it with his saliva. Then, 
without warning, he sucked the nipple between his lips and tongue-lashed it 
until Hope wanted to cry out. 

Now she couldn't stop herself from wrapping her arms around his handsome 
head and clutching him to her. The warmth of his lips and tongue on her 
nipple sent wild tremors through her. Her cunt immediately spasmed on its 
own and she thrilled to the pleasure. 

She couldn't help it. The sensations zipping through her were overpowering. 
She shivered and shuddered as Dennis slowly, gradually, dipping his head 
downward, planting soft kisses across her chest and belly. She squirmed on 
the chair and groaned as she felt his hands slip beneath her skirt. She felt 
his fingers on the skimpy elastic waistband of her bikini panties, and in 
the next instant he was ripping them down. 

Unconsciously she helped by lifting herself just as he tugged her panties 
down off her ass. She felt him pull her panties over her legs and though her 
skirt was still in place, she felt excitingly naked and vulnerable to his 
prowling hands and exploring fingers. 

Her cunt heaved from the excitement and she felt her juices rumbling. Her 
clit twitched into eager, horny arousal and the rest of her shapely young 
body seemed to ooze with need. Her raunchy desire made her forget everything 
else. She was too caught up in the lusty action to think about her husband, 
her marriage or her true purpose for being here. 

She gasped, then squealed as Dennis crammed his head between her knees and 
started licking her inner thighs. He flicked his tongue near the tops of her 
old-fashioned stockings, and it was now that she heard his own horny groans 
and pants. 

Of course Hope had remembered his passion for old-fashioned hose and garter 
belts. She could no longer pretend that hadn't influenced her decision to 
wear them this morning. She was getting what she had wanted, and the guilt 
would just have to wait. Right now, Hope was too locked in the grip of her 
own lust and wanton needs. All that mattered was that Dennis was hungrily 
kissing and licking his way toward her hot pussy. 

Sweet thrills bombarded her, turning her nerves into sizzling fuses. When 
Dennis lapped his tongue through the hairy forest of her cunt muff, Hope 
shrieked a guttural wail of pure joy. She dug her fingers into his scalp, 
clutching at his head through her skirt. 

Dennis propelled his tongue up and down her creamy cuntslit, knifing through 
the hot, sticky membranes of her cunt-opening, lashing against the pulpy 
tissues and sending the horny young blonde into fits of raw ecstasy. When he 
isolated her clit, he gave the magic love-button a real workout with his 
active tongue. He caused an instant orgasm to rifle throughout her pussy. 

Hope arched her spine and drove her ass several inches up off the chair as 
she automatically clamped her thighs against his head. She kept his head 
locked in the velvety vise of her legs for long seconds as the glorious 
turmoil of her rapid climax washed through her senses. Then, she collapsed 
into rag-doll limpness, allowing her legs to sprawl wide as she slumped on 
the office chair. 

Meanwhile, Dennis showed no mercy as he continued attacking her burning, 
soupy pussy with his tongue. Me sucked at her curt, drawing the puffy, hairy 
lips-into his hot mouth. He munched on the tasty pussy-meat before ramming 
his stiffened tongue back into the center of her fuckhole. With his hands 
squeezing into her asscheeks he braced her upright creating a perfect angle 
far his drilling tongue and chewing lips. 

He opened his mouth wide and captured most of her curt. It was like he 
wanted to devour her pussy, and. Hope thrilled as her rich nectar gushed 
straight into his gulping mouth. 

She had surrendered totally to him. With his face glued to her pussy, she 
could do nothing except savor the joys of her juices flowing from her cunt 
cavity to his mouth and down his throat. 

A fresh glow soon flamed in the depths of her cunt, and Hope began bracing 
herself for yet another gut-rumbling orgasm. She panted and gasped as the 
moment neared. Her cuntwalls vibrated and flexed, accepting his driving 
tongue as if it were a smallish prick. Her pussy flamed, the scorching heat 
engulfing it and the rest of her. And then just at the moment of her second 
climax, he roughly pushed his face away from her near-erupting cunt. He 
freed himself from the cover of her skirt and smiled up into her face. 

"What were you saying about not mixing work and play?" he said, adding a 
lewd wink. 

She gazed down on his face through half closed eyes. Her pussy throbbed on 
the verge of orgasm and her nerves seemed tickled to their limit. Her 
exposed tits heaved with her gasping breath and her leg-sprawled, slumped 
position, she knew, only added to her overall wanton appearance. Her long 
blonde hair had flown across her lovely face, partially covering her 
peaches-and-cream complexion. She struggled to respond to his leering 
remark, but she couldn't form the words. 

Instead, Dennis gave her little time to talk. Before she realized it, he was 
standing in front of her and unzipping his pants fly. Seconds later, his 
cock was surging through the fly hole of his pants, pulsing into full 
stiffness. Immediately, she felt mesmerized by the sight. 

"Kiss it, Hope," he rasped, standing with his hands on his hips. "Treat my 
cock real nice and show me how much you want to come back to work here." 

His words were faint echoes as she leaned forward and tentatively reached 
out to cup his balls. She slipped her hand inside his opened pants fly and 
felt for his hot balls just as she brushed her wet lips against his 
cockhead. She closed her eyes as she swirled her tongue over his spongy, 
engorged prick-knob. 

Hope moaned as she tasted his cockhead. It seemed so strange to be licking 
another man's prick, yet she felt an incredible thrill by performing such a 
wanton act. 

Then, before she was prepared, Dennis suddenly rammed his stiff prick 
against her lips. Startled, she tried to gasp as his cock drilled into her 
mouth, plugging her throat in One swift fuck-stroke. 

She practically choked, but somehow managed to accommodate the brutal thrust 
of his fuckmeat. Her lips were forced into a huge circle as his cockhead 
nudged against the back of her throat. 

"That's more like it!" he leered, grabbing her hair and bucking his hips. 
"This is what I want with you, Hope. This is what I've been waiting to do 
since you first came to work here. See how most dreams come true with a 
little patience." 

His words came through hoarse groans as he fucked her mouth. Quickly, he 
worked the fuck strokes into a blinding tempo, sawing his cock in and out of 
her mouth. He gave her little time to adjust, but that didn't seem to 
matter. 

Hope, at first, was panicked by his sudden brutal action. But very soon 
another strange excitement rushed through her. Her body teemed with pulsing 
delight as Dennis roughly raped her face. The weird thrill of it ignited her 
pussy again, and she was pleasantly shocked by the unexpected climax that 
was triggered in the core of her cunthole. 

In the next instant, his cock surged and jerked inside her stuffed mouth. He 
growled and twisted her hair painfully in his fists just as his thick spunk 
exploded down her throat. 

She gulped in self-defense, swallowing his hot jizz as fast as possible. His 
prick gushed, the lava-like load and she knew she was losing precious drops 
of his come from the corners of her stretched mouth. 

Through the showering blast of his jism, he kept plunging his cock in and 
out of her mouth. His vicious fuck-strokes didn't slow until the last of his 
come spurted down her throat. And only then did he drop his hands from her 
hair, but he kept his satisfied prick between her lips. 

"All right, Hope," he breathed. "I think you'll fit in nicely here. I'll 
give you the job, and you can keep it as long as you perform your extra 
duties as well as you have this morning. Any questions?" 

She tried to pull her head back, but he quickly clutched her hair again. 
With his cock stuffed securely inside her mouth, all she could manage was a 
last little shake of her head. 

Dennis laughed throatily, and Hope kit confused. She wondered why she felt 
excitement instead of anger. 

 Chapter Three 

Hope spent the rest of the day trying to concentrate on the more 
professional duties of her new job. She didn't allow herself to feel guilty 
about what had happened in Dennis Andersen's office. Besides, he had 
practically forced things to happen the way they had. Additionally, she 
technically hadn't cheated on Paul, considering Dennis hadn't actually 
fucked her. 

She left the office promptly at five and rushed to get home ahead of Paul. 
She wanted to wine and dine her husband with a special meal. It seemed 
especially important that she make this evening a real pleasure for Paul. If 
that was paying for any guilt feelings, so be it. Hope wouldn't let herself 
start doubting the love devotion for Paul. 

Steaks were cooking and she was tossing a salad when Paul got home. She had 
dress carefully for his arrival, and ran to greet him at the backdoor 
wearing a skimpy blue lace gown. Her luscious tits and gold-toasted cunt 
muff were barely visible through the flimsy material, and she hoped Paul 
would show his typical appreciation. More than anything, she wanted her 
husband to accept her part-time job and to recognize it pond no threat to 
his role as breadwinner. 

"Welcome home, darling," she cooed, rushing to him and embracing him. She 
planted her ripe, curvaceous body solidly against him and thrilled to the 
sensation of her huge tits crushing against him. She kissed his lips and 
waited for him to dart his tongue into her hot mouth. 

He embraced her tentatively, awkwardly. And from his lukewarm response, it 
was obvious he wasn't in the best of moods. But finally, the allure of her 
sexy body sparked his half-hearted reaction. He moaned softly and she felt 
his cock stir against her through his pants. "I've got your favorite, 
honey," she whispered, nibbling on his chin and roaming her hands over his 
back and manly ass. "I am still your favorite, aren't I?" 

He chuckled softly and placed his hands on her firm, round asscheeks. He 
squeezed the succulent flesh through her thin gown. 

"Always, baby," he rasped. "Why the sexy outfit?" 

"Just a little celebration," she said, rubbing her crotch against his 
bulging pants fly. 

"What are we celebrating? Your job?" 

She heard the bitterness in his tone, but kept her sexy smile in place. "I'd 
like to celebrate having you," she purred. 

A slow smile spread across Paul's lips. "I'm not changing my feelings, you 
know," he said, the hint of a warning in his voice. "It's just that you look 
good enough to eat." 

She giggled, as much from relief as from surging excitement. Paul would be 
all right, she decided. "Mmmmmmm, I've got steak for you to eat," she cooed. 
"Why don't you just fuck me first." 

"Okay, lady," he snapped, giving her ass a playful slap. "You're just full 
of good ideas today." 

This time he kissed her hard and plunged his tongue between her lips. She 
sucked eagerly on bid tongue and moaned as she melted against him. She 
shuddered with lusty delight as Paul massaged her ass through her gown. When 
he ducked down to mouth her tits through the thin material, she squealed 
happily and anxiously started unbuckling his belt. 

Seconds later his pants were down around his ankles and his stiff cock was 
tenting the front of his shorts like some monster baseball bat. 

"Race you to the bedroom?" she whispered, grabbing his huge cock. 

He shook his head and smirked. "No. Right here. Right now." 

He eased her back against the kitchen table so that her back was pressed 
against the tabletop and her legs were dangling over the edge. Paul moved in 
right between her spread legs and bunched up the lacy hem of her gown. He 
pushed it up to her waist, exposing her luscious, blonde-covered pussy. His 
eyes gleamed with open lust as he viewed his young wife's lovely body. His 
giant cock began throbbing mightily through his shorts, creating a lewd 
display that added greatly to Hope's excitement. 

"Fuck me, honey!" she pleaded in a soft whine. "Fuck my pussy good, baby. 
Oh, I love you and your big cock so much! Fuck my little pussy. Never stop 
fucking me, darling." 

Paul grinned as he pulled down his shorts without taking his horny eyes off 
of her. He licked his lips as he gazed at her juicy pussy and his cock, now 
free of his shorts, loomed big and thick like an enormous live snake. His 
meaty balls appeared tight and jizz-packed, hugging the hairy root of his 
massive fuck shaft. 

"I think you missed me today," he rasped, beaming with pride. "Yep, I think 
my horny little wife has got the hots for me all over again." 

"I never stopped having the hots for you, honey," she whispered, writhing on 
the table, desperate to have his mammoth prick slice into her pussy. "Give 
it to me, Paul. Please, lover! Fuck me with your big, hard cock! Fuck my 
pussy till I scream!" 

He inched closer and stabbed his engorged cockhead against the mush 
membranes of her cunt, teasing her cuntslit and poking at the entrance of 
her fuckhole. Hope groaned and twitched her hips. She humped short little 
desperate jabs of her pussy at his teasing cockhead, and soon bellowed her 
horny frustration. 

"You're torturing me, Paul!" she shrieked. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me, honey! Fuck my pussy now!" 

"Beg me some more," he retorted, his voice tight and hoarse. 

"Please!" she wailed, humping vigorously now, trying to impale herself on 
his bloated cockknob. "I need your prick, honey! I need it in my pussy! 
Don't do this to me, darling! Please, give me what I need!" 

For several more seconds, Paul tortured his wife's pussy by poking the 
tip-end of his prickknob against the slick tissues of her inner cuntlips. He 
built up her frustration until his own knees trembled and his cock heaved 
with the urge to plow to the hilt into her creamy fuckhole. 

Then, without warning, he grabbed her thighs, ripped open her legs and 
hammered his huge prick straight into the welcoming core of her pussy. He 
drove his cock all the way into her in one mighty stroke, making both of 
them gasp and grunt at the same time. Their bodies slammed together, his 
balls banging into her upturned ass and his cockhead, aided by her position 
on the table, knifed into her womb. 

He wasted no time whipping his cock out, then drilling it back into her 
cunthole. His fucking gathered speed immediately, and Hope bellowed shrill 
cries of pure joy as her husband's enormous cockmeat stretched and blistered 
her overheated pussy. 

She moved frantically to match the fast rhythm of his pumping cock. She 
squirmed on the tabletop and humped her cunt up to meet the fierce, urgent 
strokes. Their bodies slammed together and their cries mingled, drowning out 
each other's hoarse, guttural wails. Her big tits jiggled and bounced as he 
pounded her pussy, and she was soon overwhelmed by the blazing sensations 
that consumed her pussy. 

"This is what you want!" Paul hissed, the words labored by his gasping 
breath. "You just want my big cock, don't you! You want me to be your 
personal stud! Well, baby, I'll give you more than you've bargained for! I'm 
gonna fuck the shit out of you and make you love it!" 

"Yes, ooohhhh, yyyeeesss!" she shrieked, humping wildly beneath him. 

She whipped her legs around his legs, clinging to him while he banged his in 
and out of her convulsing pussy passage. 

"Fuck me! Fuck meeee!" she yelled uncontrollably. 

She came so abruptly and violently that she feared the vibrations would 
knock her off the table. In the same instant, she experienced a rifle-like 
shot of such pure sensation that nothing else mattered. Her pussy belched 
her nectar, soaking his prick. 

She wailed as her cuntwalls flexed and spasmed. She felt her cunt muscles 
squeeze around her husband's giant prick-stalk, and she rolled her lovely 
head from side to side on the kitchen table as the pleasure scaled higher 
and higher. Her entire body trembled and convulsed, and the intensity of her 
climax almost frightened her. She hadn't realized how badly she had needed 
this savage fucking from her monster cocked stud of a husband. 

Just when she thought she couldn't experience more pleasure, Paul fell 
forward and buried his face against her cushiony tits. He sucked her tender 
tit flesh into his mouth and chewed roughly on her nipple. She squealed 
again and again as the delight engulfed her flashes of ecstasy consumed her, 
and Hope screamed out her pleasure. 

Meanwhile, her greedy cunt clamped around his drilling fuckmeat. A snug 
glove sheathed his pounding cock as her cunt cavity molded to his mammoth 
fuck pole. Her cuntwalls massaged and milked at his driving cock and she 
squealed anew as she felt his hairy balls tighten against her ass. 

She locked her ankles against his ass as another orgasm shot through her 
pussy. This time her climax seemed to draw his own jism right out of his 
balls. He grunted and mouthed her wits just as his prick gushed a fiery rope 
of spunk straight into her womb. 

It was much later, after they had enjoyed a leisurely dinner and had shared 
an exciting shower that Hope was sprawled across their king-sized bed, her 
lovely long legs wide open and her husband's face glued to her juicy cunt. 
His tongue swiped up and down her cuntslit, delighting the pulpy folds of 
her cunt crevice and sending wild shudders to every part of her body. 

She moaned with pleasure and absently licked her lips as she savored the 
ecstasy of Paul's active tongue. She could still taste the salty residue of 
his spunk on her own tongue and that added to her wanton thrill. She had 
sucked him off in the shower, and now her reward was being fulfilled. 

As his tongue poked through the creamy folds of her pussy and tickled the 
pinkish depths of her fuckhole, she slowly drew her knees up and opened 
herself even more to his probing tongue strokes. She began to roll her head 
from side to side as her passion soared. She clawed at the bedsheets with 
her fingernails and floated along with the climbing sensations attacking her 
nerves. 

She humped her pelvis, cramming her overheated pussy into her husband's 
face. She felt his tongue spear deeply into her cunt cavern and she howled 
as a thunderous orgasm immediately whipped through her. 

At the same time, Paul crushed his face even harder against her cunt. His 
nose pressed against her twitching clit even as he wedged his tongue in and 
out of her soupy cunthole. Meanwhile, her orgasm stretched and continued to 
build. The slick fluids gushed from her pussy passage and spilled into his 
slurping mouth. 

She kept screaming her glee as the climax seemed to last forever. Her ass 
bounced up and down on the ad as she fucked back at Paul's tongue. It was 
all almost perfect. 

Still, in the midst of her ecstasy, a troubling thought plagued her mind. 
With all of the happiness and physical pleasure she was savoring with her 
husband, she couldn't get her mind off of Dennis Andersen. She kept 
replaying the wild scene in his office, every raunchy detail seemingly 
etched in her brain. 

She imagined shocking images of both Paul and Dennis devouring her body with 
their tongues and pricks. She imagined the two men fucking her pussy, then 
turning her over and reaming out her ass. She fantasized sucking one man a 
cock while getting ass fucked by the other. Repeatedly, the wild scenes 
played through her mind even as her body was being whipped into a frenzy of 
lust by her husband's tongue and mouth. 

Faster and faster she shook her head. She tried desperately to shake out the 
vile images and to concentrate on the passionate tongue-fucking her husband 
was giving her. 

What would Paul say if he knew about, her wanton thoughts? The very notion 
of him discovering what was now filling her mind chilled her. It would 
confirm his worst fears about her taking this part-time job. It would, she 
knew, be End of her marriage. 

She wailed, but the passion was replaced by a dread that was painful. Her 
orgasm seemed to be subsiding and the sudden chili began spreading over her 
flesh. 

Then, a relentless passion recaptured her fear as she realized her husband 
was tonguing his way to her asshole. He had quickly lifted her legs and 
draped them over his broad shoulders while ducking his head down. He licked 
his way along her upturned asscrack and before she could brace herself for 
the inevitable, his tongue was spearing her asshole. 

Instant convulsions rocked her. She shrieked with fresh joy as the rapture 
engulfed her, Her shrill cries seemed to encourage him as he drilled his 
tongue into her tight shitter. 

She came quickly, the climax jarring her pussy even as her ass-muscles 
caused an explosion of hot ecstasy to crash through her senses and 
momentarily all the disturbing images vanished from her mind. She clutched 
her tits as the pleasure raced through her.. She tried to clutch as well the 
fleeting moment of pure, guilt-free thought that played across her mind. 

But soon, as her orgasm faded, she again confronted the devilish images of 
the two men in her life taking her at the same time with their cocks, their 
tongues. Long alter Paul had gone to sleep, Hope gazed up at the ceiling in 
the dark bedroom, unable or unwilling to shut off the constant flow of 
vivid, wanton fantasizing involving both Paul and Dennis. 

The next morning as she rushed to work, she tried to dismiss the lewd 
thoughts as some sort of sexy dream. Still, she entered the real estate 
office full of apprehension. 

"You're late," Dennis snapped, glancing up to see her hurry to her desk. He 
was glancing at his phone messages on the receptionist's desk. 

"Sorry." she said more meekly than she had intended. 

He eyed her with a smirky expression. "Rough night?" 

"Actually, a very satisfying night," she retorted, determined to be aloof 
and maybe even a little bitchy in front of him. Why give him the 
satisfaction of even suspecting he had been the object of her disturbingly 
explicit thoughts? 

"Ah, the life, of newlyweds," Dennis said, getting a chorus of soft giggles 
from the other. 

office workers. "Now don't be embarrassed, Hope." 

Despite her efforts, she felt her face blush as she pretended to busy 
herself with the papers stacked on her desk. In truth, her heart was racing 
and she felt a nervous, clammy sweat coat her hands. She even tried to 
ignore him when Dennis stepped right up to her, desk. 

"When you finish reading that material I gave you yesterday, come into my 
office," he said, just loud enough for the two of them to hear. "I've 
decided to throw you right into the water. On-the-job training is the best 
way to learn this business." 

She glanced up and tried to read his expression. Was he serious, or was his 
invitation to his office an excuse for more duties of a personal nature? She 
couldn't guess, but she couldn't ignore the sudden excitement that gripped 
her. The pounding of her heart took on a new meaning, and Hope hated it at 
the same time that she felt her self thrilling to the prospect of submitting 
to more of his sexual demands. 

Ten minutes later when she entered his office, she was disappointed to find 
him very professionally studying papers on his desk. He barely glanced up 
when she entered. Instead he tossed a set of keys across the desk. He 
scrawled an address on a pad and tossed it toward the keys. 

"You want to be an agent. Hope," he said. "No better way to learn than to 
do. Be at that address at ten o'clock and show the house to a prospect. 
She'll be there, so don't be late. Pull the sheet on the property from the 
file and familiarize yourself with the particulars. Give me a call after the 
showing." 

She nodded and left the office, surprised and disappointed. Maybe this job 
would be more work than play. Maybe she was getting what she really wanted. 
But what did she want, and why was she suddenly disappointed? 

Hope left the office with the necessary information on the house. As she 
drove to the location, she continued trying to sort out her own confused 
feelings and thoughts. 

At the last minute, she almost drove to her own house to phone Dennis and 
tell him she no longer wanted the job. But she didn't. 

Chapter Four 

She found the address and parked in front of the house at the curb. She 
walked up the long, winding sidewalk to the pleasant house and let herself 
in with the key Dennis had provided. She placed her materials on the nearest 
table, then scouted the vacant house. 

It was roomy and spacious, and Hope couldn't help but briefly fantasize that 
one day she and Paul would own such a home. She wandered through the rooms, 
checking her watch and ignoring the bout of nervousness that tweaked her. 
Dennis had said she would be meeting an important potential buyer, and she 
was anxious to make a good impression. She kept running the vital 
information about the house through her mind, practicing the presentation 
she would use on the prospective buyer. 

She continued her inspection of the house, familiarizing herself with the 
various features. She strolled through the kitchen and opened a door that 
led into the garage. She gasped instantly, startled to see a muscular 
teenaged youth, stripped to the waist, hanging a rolled garden hose above a 
shelf. His beck was to her, but he obviously heard her surprised gasp. His 
head snapped around and he saw her over his broad, sweaty shoulder. 

"Hi," he said, an easy grin spreading over his cute face. "Sony if I 
frightened you." He turned and headed slowly across the garage toward her, 
his smile broadening. "I'm Johnny Colson." 

Hope managed a weak smile and nodded politely. "Hello," she said. "I thought 
I was alone here." 

The youth shrugged as he stood directly in front of her. Hope could whiff 
the alluring scent of his body-man body, his flesh glistening with sweat and 
his curly brown hair still damp from his recent work. He wore skin-tight 
jeans, and Hope couldn't stop herself from glancing slowly down to the bulge 
of his crotch and the ridged ripple of his stomach muscles. 

"Mr. Anderson said a new agent would be here today to show the house. I sure 
didn't expect one so young and pretty." 

She smiled at the boy's flattering remark, but couldn't block the uneasy 
nervousness that continued to swamp her. The boy was standing so close, so 
confident with his masculinity, practically throwing it at her, she felt. 

"I don't suppose you've, heard from the potential buyer?" she said weakly, 
forcing her gaze off the boy's broad, naked shoulders. 

He shook his head, his eyes leveling on the bulge of her wits. "No. I've 
just been working in the yard and doing some odd jobs around here." He 
shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "How long have you been an 
agent with Mr. Andersen?" 

"This is my second day on the job," she said, adding a small laugh and 
backing out of the garage to retreat into the house. "Well, don't let me 
disturb you, Johnny. I better get ready for the client." 

She turned and moved swiftly. Her pulse raced and thundered in her ears. She 
tried to blame it on being startled by the boy's presence, but deep down she 
knew her reaction meant much more. Thee was almost an animal-like attraction 
that had stirred her crotch. Her pussy was suddenly damp and she felt the 
pleasant tingling of her clit as she stepped into the kitchen. She took a 
deep breath, then froze as she sensed the boy's presence behind her. She 
turned slowly and there he was. 

He had a crooked grin on his face and his leering eyes continued to measure 
her tits and the rest of her curvaceous body. She felt strangely naked under 
the youth's penetrating gaze, and her nervousness mingled with an ignited 
thrill that picked at her senses. Her nipples stiffened involuntarily as she 
struggled to appear calm and unflustered. 

Shit, I'm going nuts, she told herself. This kid is turning me on! What's 
happening to me? 

"I can sure see why Mr. Anderson hired you," he said. "You've got the 
biggest pair of tits I've ever seen!" 

Hope gasped. "And you've got a pretty fresh mouth for such a young punk," 
she retorted. 

He snickered and moved closer to her. He shocked her by rubbing the huge 
lump tenting the front of his tight-fitting jeans. 

"Come off it, lady," he sneered. "I'm not too young to have what I'm packing 
right here. Besides, you've been giving my cock the eye. 

Admit it." 

"Young man, you'd better hope I don't report your crude behavior to Mr. 
Andersen," she said. "You could lose your job, you know." 

"Don't be such a horse's ass, lady," he rasped, suddenly grabbing her wrist 
and shoving her hand over the fly of his jeans. "I may be young, but I'm not 
dumb. You ain't shittin' me. I turn you on, and now we're going to do 
something about it!" 

Startled and stunned, Hope was helpless. Then, suddenly, with her hand on 
the hot bulge of his cock through his jeans, her outrage melted. Soon she 
found herself caressing the boy's swollen prick. Through the thick material 
of the jeans she felt his active prick surge and twitch, and her excitement 
soared. She could no longer hide her own excitement. It was clearly exposed 
on her face as her lips broke into a wanton grin. 

"See! I knew this is what you wanted," he chided, his voice thick and husky 
as he reached out to massage her tits. "Why were you so uptight about it?" 

"I'm a married lady, Johnny," she breathed, not able to look into his face 
as she continued to rub his cock through his jeans. "Besides that, you're 
just a boy." 

"Bullshit!" he snapped. "No boy you know has a cock like mine!" 

She had to chuckle at his youthful boast. At the, same time she was touched 
by his eagerness and, she didn't want to bruise his feelings. Of course, she 
had to admit to herself that his cock certainly seemed mammoth. It was 
definitely hard and hot and still growing! 

"Johnny, I'm twenty-two, and you can't be more seventeen," she said softly, 
soothingly, glancing up at his eyes. 

"I'm eighteen," he rasped, clutching her tits with both of his hands and 
thrilling her with his bold, aggressive fondling. "Don't worry. I can keep 
up with you." 

She chuckled throatily. "I bet you can. But this is crazy. Someone will be 
here any minute to look at the house and-" 

"Let's stop wasting time," he snapped, fumbling with the buttons of her 
blouse and rubbing his crotch against her legs. "I'm horny as hell and I 
know you are too. We have time for a fast fuck." 

"Hold on, Johnny," she breathed, gasping. "No time for that." She sank to 
her knees in front of him and quickly unzipped bin fly. "But I think there's 
time for me to take care of this for you." 

Before he could react, she had his surging prick poking out of his opened 
pants fly and her fist wrapped around the fat base of his fuckmeat. A tingle 
of fresh pleasure whipped through her, making her pussylips quiver as she 
saw the size of his prick, The boy may have been bragging slightly about his 
cock, but Hope was pleased by the length of it. It didn't match either 
Paul's or Dennis Andersen's in sheer size and bulk, but she suddenly wished 
she had time to have it crammed inside her juicy cunt. 

The boy groaned and tangled his fingers in her hair the instant she flicked 
her tongue across the tip-end of his fuck-knob. She teased his piss slit 
with her tongue, then quickly lathered the whole bulbous crown of his prick 
with her saliva. She lapped his cockhead until it was soaked with her spit, 
then she gulped more than half of his cock-stalk into her mouth.. She sucked 
vigorously on the teenager's prick while palming his balls, "Ooohhh, holy 
shit!" the boy rasped, twisting her silky blonde hair between his fingers. 
"Shit, you really know how to give head, lady!" 

Her pussy quickly became slick and wet with the seeping of her cunt juices. 
The crotch of her panties were soaked as she sucked and slurped on the 
teenager's fuckmeat. She savored the flavor of his cockmeat as she ringed 
her lush lips around the veiny prickshaft and began gulping more and more of 
it down her throat. 

His balls tightened in her hands as she ate him, and Hope's own excitement 
leaped as his cock began wobbling inside her mouth. She pulled her head back 
slightly and let her tongue drag along the underside of his cock. She 
continued tickling his prick with her lips and tongue and teeth until the 
boy practically cried out from the sheer bliss of it all. 

Suddenly, overtaken by the passion engulfing him, Johnny started bucking his 
boyish hips, pile-driving his fuckmeat in and out of her mouth. . The horny, 
wanton young blonde moaned as the fine heat built. Her lips sizzled from the 
friction of his cock driving in and out of her mouth. His spongy cockhead 
nudged the back of her throat and she groaned deeper. 

Her whole body trembled just as the teenager's did the same. His prick 
surged between her clutching lips and his balls drew up even more. She 
sucked harder and faster, trying to suck the jism straight out of him. 

Faster, harder, the youth fucked her face. Rasping and moaning, he drilled 
her mouth with his cock and shuddered just as his foamy spunk exploded from 
his cock. She gulped it greedily. The thick wads of his come clogged her 
throat momentarily, but the horny young blonde managed to swallow the boy's 
load. 

He kept ramming his spurting prick in and out of her mouth until the last of 
his jizz seeped from his cock. His bloated cockhead seemed to swell even 
mote as his gushing jism shot down her throat. 

And finally, he seemed to go limp. His knees trembled mightily and he 
loosened his grip on her silky blonde hair. He groaned a guttural wail 
reflecting his ecstasy, then stumbled back against the nearest wall. 

Hope smiled at him as he stood. She licked her lips and flashed a wanton 
wink. 

"That was nice, Johnny," she breathed. "Sucking cock always gets to me." 

The teenager returned her grin. "Yeah, you sure know what you're doing," he 
said. "I could tell you loved it almost as much as me." 

Hope sighed and started to turn away, but she couldn't take her eyes off the 
boy's still rigid prick. His cockflesh glistened with the glaze of her spit 
and the stiff prick-stalk continued to jerk and twitch even after the gusher 
load it had just deposited in her mouth. It was a very enticing sight, and 
Hope wasn't anxious to break the spell. 

"I'd almost forgotten that boys your age practically have permanent 
hard-ons," she cooed, stepping toward him and gingerly touching the knob of 
his prick with her fingertips. She squeezed the spongy sphere as she gazed 
into his cute face. "Why don't you touch my pussy? It's so hot and wet." 

"Don't worry," he boasted. "I'm thinking about doing a lot more than just 
touching it." 

"Oh?" she retorted teasingly. "You have big plans, young man?" 

He began slowly unbuttoning her blouse and reaching inside to expose her 
tits. He worked his finger over her luscious tits, then teased her nipples 
with his fingertips. 

"I bet I can make you forget I'm younger than you," he said finally. "In a 
few minutes, it won't matter to you that I'm a couple of years younger." 

"Mmmmm, Johnny, you sure know how to talk tea girl," she cooed, deciding 
that flirting with the boy in this manner would only motivate him to unleash 
his full, youthful passions. And Hope instantly decided she wanted to 
receive the full thrust of his teenaged virility. Besides, it would be 
stupid to let his young, rock-hard cock go to waste. 

With her free hand she lifted the hem of her skirt up around her waist. She 
rotated her hips in a slow, seductive circle while inching her crotch closer 
to him. She moved in on him gradually as he continued to concentrate on her 
tits. With the boy backed against the wall, she had him where she wanted 
him, and Johnny certainly made no effort to escape. 

Slowly, he lowered his right hand from her tits and felt his way to her 
crotch. His fingers grazed the front of her panties and he felt the slick 
dampness coating the flimsy material. 

Hope groaned as his fingers tickled her quivering pussy through her panties. 
She trembled slightly and savored the wonderful tremors that shook her 
nerves. Her cuntlips tingled and her clit throbbed as her passion surged. 

"Touch my pussy, Johnny," she urged in a whispered purr. "Feel me, honey. I 
want you to see how horny you've made me. Sucking your big cock just made me 
hot as hell." 

He flinched slightly and Hope realized in her excitement she was pinching 
the head of his cock too vigorously. The boy kept staring into her face as 
he massaged her big tits with his left hand and worked his right hand inside 
her panties. Eventually his fingers wedged under the waistband of her 
panties and touched the hairy, damp pussy patch. He flicked a finger along 
her cunt gash, and Hope moaned throatily. 

"See how hot and wet Jam for you?" she breathed. 

He didn't bother to answer as he slipped his finger just inside her creamy 
cunt opening. He pushed through the slippery folds of her cuntal tissues, 
then poked the tip of his finger into the smoldering fuckhole. They both 
moaned as her pussylips clutched at his digit. 

Her pussy began to spasm as her cuntwalls flexed involuntarily. As if trying 
to suck his finger into her juicy depths, her cuntal muscles worked 
automatically, munching on the tip of his finger. Her hot pussy nectar lubed 
his digit generously and the resulting pleasure sweeping the lusty young 
blonde quickly made her topple forward and crush her body against the boy's. 

Their lips crushed together and she aggressively drove her tongue between 
his lips. She groaned and panted as she frenched the boy's mouth. She rubbed 
her body against him and thrilled to the sensation of his hard cock crushed 
against her legs. She spread her feet and started humping against his 
finger, desperately hoping to impale herself on his digit. 

At the same time, the boy began retaking the offensive as his arousal scaled 
to the level of hers. Their tongues tangled as he freed his left hand from 
the crush of their chests and reached around to squeeze her lush, firm ass 
cheeks. Meanwhile, he kept probing the entrance of her fuckhole with his 
ringer. 

Suddenly, Hope pushed away. "Shit, my pussy is on fire!" 

Without another word she led the boy deeper into the kitchen, gripping his 
cock like a handle. He chuckled lewdly and allowed himself to be directed 
toward the countertop. 

"Eat my pussy!" she breathed, turning again to face him, her lovely face 
contorted in a lusty expression of pure need. "Show me what an experienced 
tongue you have." 

As if meeting her challenge, the boy's lips curled into a sneer as he 
gripped her waist and lifted her up onto the edge of the countertop. Hope 
let out a tiny squeal as he lifted her with surprising ease, and she sat on 
the countertop, her legs splayed wide, and dangling over the edge. Her heels 
knocked against cabinet doors as she panted and squirmed. 

He yanked her panties down and tore them of f over her heels. Then he leaned 
down and aimed his mouth straight at her exposed pussy. 

She howled with delight as the boy kissed her cunt. She threw her bead back 
and braced herself with her palms flat on the countertop space behind her. 
Her exposed tits heaved and her entire body sizzled as the boy's mouth 
caressed her pussy. 

He lapped at her cunt gash, treating the slippery pussyslit to the bold 
swipes of his tongue. She shuddered and trembled as his tongue flicked up 
and down over her pussy. 

She clamped her thighs together, squeezing his head, when his tongue touched 
her clit. She came instantly, bucking her ass on the countertop and humping 
her spasming pussy against his mouth. In the next instant, the boy thrust 
his tongue deep into her convulsing fuckhole. He speared her pussy channel, 
fucking her deeply with his tongue and driving her wild as the ecstasy 
consumed her. She came again, the second orgasm building on the first, and 
her squeals of raw pleasure echoed throughout the empty house. 

The boy drilled his tongue in-and out of her churning cunthole, whipped her 
toward a third frenzied climax. Then, just as the marvelous pressure reached 
a peak in the torrid depths of her fuckhole, Hope was startled to glimpse 
the image of a woman standing at the entrance of the kitchen. She gasped a 
strangled cry of shock. 

"Oh, fuck!" she rasped. 

Hope blinked and focused clearly on the woman. She had short dark hair and 
was wearing a snow white pants suit. A smirk spread across her lips as she 
leaned casually in the kitchen doorway and assumed a hand-on-hips stance. 
The woman appeared to be in her mid-thirties. Hope couldn't detect much more 
about her through the fog of surprised shock and embarrassment. 

"Well, kids," the woman said in a husky voice, "If the floor show comes with 
the house, I'll take it." 

Chapter Five 

Johnny sprang upright, then stood awkwardly, his throbbing prick poking 
lewdly through his opened fly. Hope made desperate attempts to cover her 
naked tits while letting her skirt fail down over her pussy. And in the next 
few seconds, the intruder strolled leisurely into the kitchen, approaching 
the startled pair. 

"Don't let me stop a good thing," the older woman said, eyeing the teenaged 
cock with obvious delight and lust She then glanced toward Hope. "I think 
this kid has enough for both of us. Don't you?" 

Hope was dumbfounded. She gazed at the woman and gulped. Her throat was 
tight with fear and surprise, and the hammering of her pulse in her ears 
made her almost deaf. She felt her face blush crimson. 

"Hey, lady, how long have you been standing there?" Johnny said, saving Hope 
momentarily from finding the courage to speak herself. 

The older woman chuckled as she stepped up to Johnny and boldly touched his 
cock. She curled her fingers around the middle of his prick and started 
pumping slowly. 

"Long enough, son," she said. "How 'bout it? Think you're man enough to 
handle both of us?" 

The boy beamed a confident smile. "Beth of you and two more like you," he 
bragged, roaming his hands over the older woman's curvy hips and ass. 

The woman laughed again in her throaty, husky tone and gave Johnny's prick 
an affectionate squeeze. She then began stripping off her pants suit, and 
Hope could only gaze in Open-mouthed amazement at the wild scene taking 
place before her. 

"Man, this is my lucky day," Johnny said, waiting just until the older 
woman's tits came into his view before starting to fondle and massage the 
enormous tit-melons. 

"Why don't you get more comfortable, sonny" the woman said as she peeled off 
her pants suit and stood before Johnny and Hope, perfectly at ease with her 
nudity. "Take off those damn jeans." 

He didn't have to be told twice, and as Hope watched the lewd action 
unfolding, a strange excitement began to tingle her through her embarrassed 
shock. It was unreal what was happening and she couldn't explain the gradual 
arousal sweeping over her as she viewed the older woman's sexy, nude body 
alongside Johnny's youthful, naked physique. 

The older woman and the youth moved together, embracing. Their hands roamed 
over each other's body, exploring, discovering. The erotic spectacle began 
to thaw Hope's embarrassment and very soon she was experiencing pleasant 
vibrations of arousal once again in her pussy. Absently, from her perch on 
the countertop, the lusty blonde began rubbing her own tits as she watched 
the steamy action before her. 

Within seconds, the older woman was escorting her new-found young stud from 
the kitchen. Hope jumped off the countertop and followed, only to find the 
two of them stretching out on the plush carpet of the living room floor. 

"Thought we should get as comfortable as possible," the older woman said 
with a smile when Hope stepped tentatively into the living room. "This beats 
the cold, hard floor." 

Hope flashed a nervous grin as she watched Johnny and the older woman roll 
together on the carpet. Johnny landed on top and sucked his face down to the 
woman's large tits. Giggling, the woman squeezed the boy's asscheeks and 
humped against his cock. She spread her legs, then wrapped them around the 
teenager's hips, locking him to her as he continued to feast on her tits. 

"Yep, you're a live wire, sonny," the older woman snickered while winking up 
at Hope. "Don't worry, honey. I'll give him back to you shortly. Watching 
him lick your pussy just made me horny for a fast fuck." 

Seconds later, the older woman had shifted her hips and ass beneath the 
teenager and had deftly captured the head of his cock between her puffy cunt 
flaps. A couple of expert moves and the boy's prick-knob was wedged into the 
socket of her black-haired pussy. 

Hope sank down to her knees and touched her own pussy as she watched the 
heated action. Johnny jerked his hips and plowed his cock deep into the 
mature woman's cunt. The couple groaned together as their bodies bowed and 
came together. 

"Fuck me, now!" the woman ordered, giving his pumping ass a sharp slap with 
her opened hand. "Keep up with me now!" 

The woman began humping in fast, rhythmic strokes, meeting the powerful 
fuck-thrusts the boy was offering. From her position beside them, Hope had a 
nice view of the teenager's hard prick slicing in and out of the woman's 
juicy cunthole. She was especially fascinated by the way Johnny's halls 
bounced and jiggled as he picked up the pace of his fucking. 

"Yes, yyyeeesss, fuck me!" the woman gasped, bouncing her ass now up and 
down on the floor slamming her wet pussy back at the pile-driving, teenaged 
prick. "Fuck my pussy good and hard!" 

Over whelmed by the lewd scene, Hope poked two fingers up her own cunt. 
Panting, she finger-fucked herself without taking her eyes off the wild 
fucking between the teenager and the older, dark-haired woman. 

"Aaahhh, fuck, this is great!" Johnny biased, slamming his cock in and out 
of the older woman's pussy. "Your cult is nice and tight for a lady your 
age." 

"Smart-month," the woman retorted, giving his ass another playful spank. 
"Just keep giving my pussy this good fucking." 

The boy dipped his head back down to her tits and sucked one of her big, 
brown nipples between his lips. He chewed on the succulent tit bud without 
missing a stroke of the fierce fucking he was giving her pussy. 

Meanwhile, Hope shoved a third finger into her soupy cunthole. She wriggled 
the digits inside her cunt. She bit her lip as the wild sensations leaped 
aver her. 

Seconds later, the older woman twitched her hips and coned the teenager into 
a slow roll. The maneuver happened without his cock getting dislodged from 
her gripping cunt, and when the older woman landed on top of the boy, she 
growled as she sat flush on his rigid fuck pole. She threw her head back and 
shrieked as she began pounding her pussy up and down on his cock. She 
planted her hands on the boy's tits and squeezed as she rode his prick. 

Hope was mesmerized by their action and she quickly fingered herself to a 
climax. She kept plugging her fuckhole with her fingers as her orgasm 
pulsated sweet vibrations throughout her pussy. At the same time she stared 
at the older woman's big, bouncy tits. She heard the wanton shrieks and 
howls of the two lovers and seemed strangely gripped in the erotic net of 
their fucking. Then, as if drawn into the scene, Hope moved toward them. 
Impulsively, under a weird, spell that propelled her body automatically, she 
swung a knee over the boy's head and straddled his face. 

From her cock-riding position, the older woman grinned her lusty approval of 
Hope's action reached to place a comforting, welcoming hand on the horny 
young blonde's shoulder jut as Hope settled herself astride the teenager's 
face. 

Her mind was a daze. Her senses throbbed with pure lust and her body oozed a 
passion so intense she couldn't describe it. What was making her do this 
lewd, raunchy thing? How could she be so boldly taking part in this wild 
threesome with two other complete strangers? 

The questions boggled her mind, yet her body controlled her actions. She was 
helpless to defend or to censor her actions. Her body was in charge, and 
Hope quickly surrendered to the strong pull of her body's demands. She 
lowered her juiced-up cunt down to the boy's face and immediately started 
rubbing her bushy cunt back and forth. She hissed and panted as the instant 
sensations blazed her nerves and scorched her cuntal tissues. She arched her 
spine and threw her head back just as the boy's cooperative, eager tongue 
lapped through her mushy cuntslit. She howled her own private ecstasy and 
savored the sweet pleasures that engulfed her. Sharing this magic moment 
with these two other lovers seemed somehow quite appropriate as well as 
uniquely natural and expected. 

Her puffy cunt flaps sizzled under the toying of the teenager's captive 
tongue and face. She twitched her hips and ass, dragging her pussy across 
his face, using all of it for her greedy pleasure. 

As the lusty heat overwhelmed her, she reached down and carefully parted her 
creamy cunt flaps with her fingertips. Then, she sat down hard on the boy's 
face, aiming her spread pussy at his mouth. She impaled herself on his 
darting tongue, and groaned a guttural wail as his tongue immediately 
penetrated up through the shuddering cuntwalls and quivering membranes of 
her fuckhole. 

Meanwhile, the more mature woman began bouncing up and down on the 
teenager's fuck pole in a fresh frenzy. She shrieked and squealed as she 
rode the youthful cock. She twisted and jerked as obvious sensations laced 
her nerves, and her pussy seemed to visibly grip the powerful young fuckmeat 
in a vise of syrupy heat. Her obvious delight was readily contagious, and 
Hope felt herself responding to more than just the boy's cunt lapping. 

Both women screamed as their pleasure rose. 

The older woman soon shuddered, her curvaceous body jolting in wild 
contortion while maintaining a secure seat on the teenaged prick. She bucked 
back and forth, then pitched from side to side, all the while bellowing an 
animal-like ecstasy that registered lusty echoes throughout the empty house. 

Quickly, Hope's pussy burst open a shower of clear, hot juices as she 
experienced a thunderous climax. The depths of her cunt channel seethed in a 
convulsing storm, sending a flood of nectar down over the lodged cockmeat 
and out over the youthful face beneath her. Involuntarily, she clamped her 
inner thighs around the teenager's head as the mighty orgasm squeezed her 
fuck-tunnel. Her clit throbbed and pulsed and she automatically twitched her 
pelvis, rubbing her sensitive little love-button against the boy's chin. 

The fires blazed inside her depths, jerking and twisting her atop the 
unsteady seat of his face. And through all of her joyous ecstasy, Hope 
managed to glimpse the Just-contorted expression covering the older woman's 
face. A strange spark flickered between the two women as their eyes 
connected. In the same instant, the telling message was transmitted and they 
reached for each other like old lovers finally being reunited. 

Hope touched the other woman's naked flesh. 

Her fingers grazed the satiny skin of the older woman's shoulder. Then, 
automatically, instinctively, she roamed both hands over the woman's big 
tits even as she leaned forward, drawing, her lips closer and closer to the 
other woman's mouth. 

Hope's lips burned with new desire as their lips touched and their embrace 
was sealed. The two women held each other above the center of the prone boy 
beneath the two of them. At the same time, Hope was vaguely aware of the 
boy's grunts and groans, muffled by her own pussy pressing down over the 
mouth. She felt and heard the soft, purring moans of the older woman, and 
Hope knew the boy's jism was spurting up into the other woman's squeezing, 
milking pussy. 

The women began a slow weave as they clung to each other. Their bodies 
swayed as if in a gentle, lazy dance, and Hope's senses ignited in lust when 
the older woman's tongue speared between her moist lips. She sucked on her 
female lover's tongue, and thrilled to the wild, wanton pleasure of what she 
was doing. 

Her body seethed and teemed with renewed desire. Something delightful was 
happening inside Hope's body, and the horny young blonde didn't want 
anything to stop it. Her pussy tingled with reawakened arousal and more 
sweet sensations rang through her. 

She felt the older woman's hands caressing, fondling her tits, and more 
shock waves of ecstasy shot through her. Hope moaned and swayed, the 
pleasure making her body move and tingle. She returned the mature woman's 
feverish kisses, darting her tongue into the dark haired woman s mouth and 
thrilling to the erode pleasure of the act. 

Another fire ignited in the depths of her pussy, and Hope groaned louder. 
She squirmed her cunt atop the boy's pinned head, letting her cunt juices 
trickle down over his mouth and chin. Her pussylips quivered and flexed, and 
her moist pussyslit seemed to heave with a life of its own. Her soupy cunt 
gash twitched and sizzled as arousal overtook her once again. 

The older woman leaned even closer, her active mouth tracing over the 
succulent flesh of the younger blonde woman. Her lips teased and pinched at 
Hope's shoulders. Then, with the teenager's prick still firmly wedged inside 
her cunthole, the alder woman leaned forward enough to trap one of Hope's 
luscious tits between her lips. 

Hope shrieked and clutched at the woman's head just as the woman chewed 
delicately on the sensitive, stiff nipple. The mature woman expertly rolled 
the tit bud between her lips, letting her teeth graze the tender nipple. 
Gradually, she increased the pressure of her sucking, driving Hope wild with 
lust. 

Panting and groaning, Hope grabbed at her female lover, reaching desperately 
for the other woman's huge tits. Her hands caressed and massaged the tits as 
Hope wanted to return the pleasure she herself was receiving. 

Meanwhile, the teenager became impatient. His cock now drained and his face 
smothered by Hope's cunt, he squirmed and twisted, working his way out from 
beneath the weight of the two women. He wiggled beneath the nude female 
flesh, pushing until he freed himself. The two embracing women didn't seem 
to notice as he rolled away from them. He sat up finally bracing his back 
against the nearest wall, gasping as he gazed back at the heated lesbian 
action. 

He continued to watch for several minutes as the older woman slowly eased 
Hope down flat on the carpet. The two female bodies pressed together and the 
women panted and sighed as they discovered each other. The boy pushed 
himself up and stared down at them a few more seconds. 

"I've gotta get back to work," he rasped, backing toward the kitchen to 
retrieve his clothes. "Think you two will miss me?" 

He chuckled throatily when he didn't get a reply. In truth, Hope was 
momentarily unaware that the teenager was no longer beside them. She was too 
consumed by the wild thrill of another woman's naked body covering her own. 

"You really like this, don't you?" the older woman husked, briefly lifting 
her mouth from the blonde's tits and gazing soulfully into her wide, blue 
eyes. 

"It's fabulous," Hope gasped, trailing her fingers through the dark-haired 
woman's short curls and squirming erotically beneath her. 

"Buckle up, because this is only the beginning," the older woman whispered. 

She sucked one of Hope's nipples back into her mouth as she massaged Hope's 
other saliva soaked tit. Hope moaned deeply as the older woman ran her 
tongue-tip over the throbbing tit just as she pinched Hope's other nipple. 

Suddenly, the pleasure overwhelmed Hope. She could no longer gather enough 
energy to keep fondling her companion. She lay back on the carpet and spread 
herself open for the other woman. Her pussy was soaked with her own 
cuntjuice and the teenager's spit, but all she could think about was the 
wild action she was so willingly involved with. 

What would Paul say if he could see her now? 

Even better, what would Dennis say? The last thought made in chuckle even as 
the older woman's expert mouth and tongue drove her to another level of pure 
pleasure. 

"What's funny?" the older woman breathed through a mouthful of titflesh. 
"Did I tickle you?" 

"I was just thinking about my boss," she said, her voice thick and husky. 
"This would freak him to death." 

The older woman smirked. "Then we better not tell him," she said, quickly 
returning to the feast of Hope's tits. 

The older woman moved her knee against Hope's crotch and dry-humped the 
blonde while continuing to munch on her tits. Hope instantly trembled from 
head to foot as the sensations rumbled through her cunt gash. 

 "I can't believe I'm doing this," Hope suddenly gasped, feeling her 
convulsing pussy reacting so strongly to the first intimate touch from the 
other woman. "I can't believe it!" 

"Believe anything you like, but you were made for this," the older woman 
hissed, switching her oral attention to Hope's other tit. 

Suddenly the woman's cold statement sent an icy shudder through Hope. She 
sat up partially and reflexively closed her knees together, obstructing the 
touch of the woman's leg on her cunt. 

"Listen, this is new to me!" Hope said. "I'm no lesbian! Got it! I love my 
husband and I love cock. You've seduced me into this and. . ." 

"Take it easy," the older woman said with a soothing chuckle while puffing 
back and sitting on her haunches. "What we're doing won't make you queer. 
Stop worrying. I've got a husband, too. Resides, try telling that young stud 
who was just here that I don't like a hard prick and that I don't know what 
to do with one." She chuckled again and lazily caressed Hope's thigh with 
her fingertips while peering straight into the blonde's lovely face. "You 
and me are very much alike. We were both meant to enjoy sex. We've got hot 
cunts, and when there's no man around, we just have to do the best we can. 
Okay?" 

A slow smile spread across Hope's lips. Suddenly she was chuckling too. 
"Well, I won't lie," she said softly, feeling her nipples tingle once again 
into stiff little darts. "You were sure driving me wild. My pussy is so wet 
and hot." 

"That's all that matters," the woman said with a lewd wink. "By the way. My 
name's Marlena Robinson. I guess we should at least introduce ourselves." 

Hope laughed and extended her hand. Then, quickly, she dropped her arm and 
shrugged. "I guess we're beyond the handshaking stage, wouldn't you say?" 

Marlena giggled and moved back in on the lusty young blonde. "You could say 
that," she purred, diving her head right at Hope's honey covered cunt. 

Chapter Six 

Marlena peppered wet little kisses along Hope's inner thighs and 
occasionally nibbled at the silky flesh. The horny young blonde gasped and 
groaned and began humping her hips and ass up and down on the floor. She 
moaned as the older woman gradually worked her mouth closer to the 
blonde-haired pussy. 

Hope's cunt seemed to vibrate in sweet anticipation. The lusty blonde could 
hardly contain herself. The suspense and the longing started driving her 
wild. Her cuntlips quivered and her clit throbbed. Her loud pulse seemed to 
be originating in the depths of her pussy passage, and Hope anxiously 
thrilled to what would soon happen. 

Finally, the dark-haired woman moved her nose over Hope's pussy, tickling 
the toast-tinted fuzz of her cunt-muff. Marlena whiffed the intoxicating 
aroma of the younger woman's cunt as she grazed her lips and nose along the 
fragrant cunt gash. 

Hope's cunt slit convulsed involuntarily. Her cuntal tissues flexed and 
trembled, and throughout her pussy the blonde felt tremendous ripples of raw 
pleasure teasing her senses. 

"Please!" the blonde whimpered. "Oh, oohhhh, please! Don't tease me! 
Please!" 

"Please?" Marlena whispered, her hot breath bathing the blonde's pussy. 
"Tell me, honey? Please, what?." 

"Ooohhh, you know," Hope sighed, rocking her head slowly from side to side. 
Her big tits heaved with her every deep gasping breath. "Please do it to me. 
Do it to me now!" 

"Do what?" Marlena insisted, dragging out the exquisite torture. "Say what 
you want, Hope. I want to hear you say it." 

"Oh, fuck," Hope groaned, almost sobbing. "Why are you making me do this?" 

"I'm not making you do anything, dear," the older woman snapped, nuzzling 
her chin lightly in the blonde's cunt-patch. "Tell me what you want me to 
do. I have to hear you say it." 

"Shit, I want you to suck my pussy!" Hope blurted. "Suck me, damn you! Now, 
are you satisfied? I said it!" 

Marlena chuckled throatily and deftly flicked her tongue along the extreme 
edge of the blonde's cunt-muff. "That wasn't so difficult, was it? I knew 
you could say it. So simple. So painless. Saying what you want should always 
be easy." 

"God, Marlena, eat me!" Hope hissed, clawing at the carpet with her 
fingernails. "Just suck my pussy! I want your mouth on my pussy sucking the 
juice right out of me!" 

"Well, why didn't you say so in the first place?" Marlena teased, slowly, 
deliberately placing her hands on the blonde's inner thighs and lowering her 
face again to Hope's pussy. "You've got such a beautiful pussy gash. Nice, 
big cuntlips and such deep pink pussy meat all waiting just for me to taste 
and kiss. Mmmmmmmm, I'm going to enjoy this almost as much as you." 

Her horny words trailed off as the older woman finally put her lips against 
Hope's quivering, wet pussylips. She sank her lips into the mushy, slick 
cuntal tissues, then quickly opened her mouth wide enough to suck in the 
slime-covered pulp that folded and creased just inside the younger woman's 
puffy cunt flaps. 

Instantly, Hope growled her pleasure and brought her knees up to her tits. 
She squirmed her ass on the carpet, writhing in the throes of complete and 
total ecstasy. The older woman's tongue was like a serpent's as it expertly 
darted and scorched the blonde's supersensitive pussy pulp. 

Hope felt the deep rumblings in the core of her fuckhole as well as the 
overwhelming heat that started searing throughout her cunt. Her cuntlips 
were gradually being violated by a drilling, licking tongue, and the feeling 
was sensational. 

Marlena swirled her tongue around Hope's pussy and thrilled the horny young 
blonde by periodically tonguing Hope's clit. The blonde could only shriek 
and squeal in utter delight each time the older woman's tongue struck her 
clit. Her pussy was soon soaked with clear nectar, and Marlena merely lapped 
up the rich juice and continued drilling her tongue deeper into the 
mysterious cunt cavity. 

Hope grated her ass now, twisting and turning under Marlena's searching lips 
and exploring tongue. She felt her cunt heave and sputter repeatedly. Her 
clit seemed about to burst as the little bud throbbed and pulsed. Her meaty 
cuntlips engorged and the whole center of her being was attacked by a great 
pressure that sent her senses into wild turmoil. 

Her climax exploded, sending marvelous sensations throughout her body. She 
screamed and growled as the pleasure kept building. Wave after wave of 
exquisite joy spread over her, and Hope felt as if she would never stop 
coming. 

"Ooohhhhh, aaahhhhhh!" The sexy young blonde wailed, drumming her fists on 
the carpet and humping her ass up and down on the floor. "Mmmmmmm, 
yyyyeesssss! God, it's ssssooooo fine!" 

Marietta continued licking the younger woman's pussy. Then, at the very peak 
of the blonde's tremendous climax, Marietta drilled a finger into Hope's 
asshole. With her mouth wide open over the blonde's cunt, she sucked up 
Hope's cuntal juices while finger-fucking the blonde's tight, hot shitter. 

Hope shrieked as the ecstasy tore through her. She convulsed on the floor, 
squealing until she was hoarse and still the pleasure zipped over her. The 
unending orgasm jarred her thoroughly. And then, when she knew she couldn't 
stand any more of the wonderful torture, Marlena swiped her tongue against 
the blonde's vulnerable clit. 

The blonde went wild again. Tremors rocked her and her hoarse cries filled 
the vacant house. Her nerves continued to ring as the tremendous climax 
seared her bones. 

"Shit, I love the way you come!" Marlena hissed, the words distorted by the 
exercise her tongue was getting flicking up and down over the blonde's clit. 
At, the same time, the older woman used two fingers of her free hand to 
drill into Hope's syrupy cunthole. "Aahhhh, I'm gonna drive you up the 
fuckin' wall!" 

Seething, gripping pleasure roared through Hope. Marlena was finger-fucking 
her pussy and her ass and continuing to tongue her clit. The multiple 
sensations merged into one white hot fireball of raw ecstasy and refused to 
spare her the mighty waves of endless climaxes. 

The heat built until finally there was no higher level possible. Hope 
screamed a guttural, animal-like wail that vibrated throughout the house. At 
the same time, her pussy rumbled, driving her to the very edge of 
consciousness. 

Everything became a blur to Hope. Her arms and legs and the rest of her body 
seemed to go eerily numb. Her mind seemed hazy, and she felt something 
between dreaminess and peaceful unconsciousness. 

From a far distance she heard Marlena's muffled words, echoing off her mind. 
Hope stirred and blinked. She found herself peering up into the older 
woman's smiling face. She couldn't guess how much time had passed. All she 
knew was that the feelings were slowly coming back over her body. The 
awakening tingling nipped at her nerves and she felt the great glow of 
satisfied throbbing pulsing her pussy. She returned Marina's smile and 
slowly sat up. 

"Boy! What happened?" Hope whispered. "The same thing you're about to do to 
me," Marlena snapped, stretching out on the floor and spreading her shapely 
legs. "Take your time, honey. Just do the things to me that you like having 
done to you." 

Hope brightened at the idea. Suddenly she was excited to give the older 
woman the same pleasure she herself had just experienced. It seemed 
important to her. She didn't want Marlena to be cheated, and at the same 
time, Hope wanted to prove herself to the more experienced woman. She wanted 
Marlena to accept her as an equal. She wanted to make her come like the 
older Woman never had before. 

Marlena's aroused anticipation was obvious as she stretched out on the 
floor. Hope watched as the older woman began squeezing her own tits and 
moving her legs open and shut. Hope took this special opportunity to study 
the woman's lush, mature body. A flicker of envy zipped through the younger 
woman. The blonde could only hope her own body looked as alluring in her 
mid-thirties. 

Hope had never before examined with such leisure and in such detail another 
woman's nude body. Now the strange excitements of before were quickly 
returning. The younger woman licked her lips as she gazed at the ripe 
fullness of Marlena's tits. The huge, round tit melons were topped with 
succulent, brownish nipples that stuck out like arrow tips. They formed 
silver-dollar-sized rings on the, ends of her tit melons, and Hope suddenly 
couldn't wait to tongue the enticing surface. 

She directed her steady gaze downward, over the flat belly and stared at 
Marlena's cunt. She had never contemplated sucking a woman's pussy until 
this very moment. Now the idea sent a delightful flutter through her own 
pussy. The older woman s pussy was covered with a dense growth of jet-black 
hair, but through the dew sparkled pussy forest, Hope could glimpse the 
protruding slab of glistening pink pussy meat. The sight made the blonde's 
mouth water. 

"Come on, Hope," the older woman urged in a throaty pant. "Do with your 
mouth what you're doing to me with your eyes." 

Hope hesitated only slightly before leaning forward over the lusty woman. 
She lowered her mouth to Marlena's mammoth tits and began running her lips 
and tongue over the luscious tit globes. Instantly, another sweet tremor 
raced through the blonde's pussy as she slowly traced her tongue over 
Marlena's nipples. 

She took her time, sucking first one tit, then the other one. She toyed with 
the nipples, rolling them with her lips, then tickling them with her 
tongue-tip. She thrilled when the older woman soon started gasping and 
uttering soft little squeals. 

As she worked on Marlena's tits, she braved an upward glance and saw that 
Marlena was obviously savoring the event. The older woman's eyes were closed 
and a dreamy expression covered her lovely face. Hope decided she was doing 
something right. 

She drew a stiffened nippled between her teeth and bit down with just enough 
pressure to make Marlena moan. She repeated the exercise on the other 
nipple, then gulped a mouthful of ripe titflesh into her mouth. The young 
blonde sucked vigorously while letting her hands trace downward between the 
woman's long legs. She allowed her fingers to play in the curly nest of 
Marlena's pussy patch while she sucked hard on her tits. 

Hope continued to we her mouth and teeth to knead and caress the older 
woman's tits. At the same time, she grew bolder with her fingers. She 
slipped her fingers along Marlena's wet cunt gash, teasing her pussy slit 
and the slick pulp. 

"Ooohhh! Yes! Right there!" Marlena suddenly gasped, her eyes popping open. 
"Keep stroking my clit! Mmmmmm, yeesss, that's so nice!" 

The blonde delicately rubbed the hood of the older woman's clit, then 
isolated the throbbing, stiff button with her fingertips. She loved the way 
Marlena cooed and purred as Hope toyed with her clit . And through it all, 
Hope never hurried, never rushed. Slowly, deliberately, the blonde 
manipulated Marlena's clit as if doing it to herself. 

Marlena raised her knees and began humping her ass. At first the older woman 
performed subtle humps before slowly rotating her hips in ever-widening 
circles. Her gasping and cooing soon became guttural whines as the pleasure 
obviously flowed through her. 

Hope finally allowed her fingers to roam more freely over Marlena's torrid 
cunt gash. She danced her digits up and down the older woman's cunt silt 
while caressing the meaty cunt flaps with her palm. All the while, Hope kept 
sucking the woman's enormous tits, going from one to the other, giving each 
equal attention. 

"Aaahhhhh, fuck, that's wonderful!" Marlena growled, humping her pussy now 
up and down furiously at the blonde's fingers. "Lick my pussy! Do it now! 
Ooohhhh, lick it before I go crazy!" 

Hope had wanted to prolong this wild foreplay, but she moved immediately at 
Marlena's command. In fact, the horny young blonde was just as eager to suck 
the older woman's pussy. It seemed the only way to soothe the pleasant 
aching inside her own cunt. 

She released Marlena's tits and slid down her body until her face hovered 
over the woman's cunt. Her own excitement soared as she whiffed the older 
woman's pussy and eyed the luscious view up close. She teased the edges of 
Marlena's cunt with her nose and lips before finally planting a kiss 
directly on the center of the older woman's cunt. 

"Aaahhhh, yyyyeessss!" Marlena groaned, momentarily going limp. "Ooohhhh, 
your lips feel so good there." 

Hope extended her tongue and lapped it over Marlena's cunt gash, slicing her 
tongues tip through the creamy pussy gash just inside the torrid zone. She 
licked upward and used her tongue to caress and fondle Marlena's stiffened 
clit . 

At that instant, Marlena yelled a guttural shriek and grabbed the blonde's 
hair. She pulled hard on the blonde's head just as she began humping her ass 
again, slamming her pussy against hope's face. 

Hope responded automatically. She began licking the woman's cunt and 
frequently darting her tongue, like a tiny cock, just inside the woman's 
churning fuckhole. Marlena's wails filled the blonde's ears as the older 
woman, suddenly hiked her legs and let her feet rest on the blonde's back. 

From this altered angle, Hope managed to stab her tongue straight into the 
older woman's pussy passage. She slithered her tongue deep inside the molten 
fuckhole and thrilled to the instant, delirious reaction from the older 
woman. 

"Yes, yyyyeessss, yyyeessss!" Marlena shrieked, humping back at the 
thrusting tongue. "Tongue-fuck my pussy! Oh, God, that's it! Oooohhhhh!" 

The blonde worked her tongue in and out of Marlena's cunt channel, drilling 
it deeper and deeper with every stroke. . She tasted the rich flavor of 
Marlena's pussy juices and loved the wanton sensation of the woman's cuntal 
muscles spasming and flexing against her snaking tongue. With her nose now 
pressed against Marlena's clit, her lips flush against the slippery pink 
meat of Marlena's pussy pulp, and her tongue darting as deep as possible 
inside the convulsing cow of Marlena's fuck-tunnel, both women enjoyed the 
surging of unleashed passion. 

The older woman's pussy gushed nectar and Hope hungrily drank it down. She 
was delighted by how sweet it tasted as she slurped it up and kept her 
tongue drilling for more. In the next few seconds, the blonde eased a finger 
down the older woman's asscrack and managed to plug her brownie just as 
Marlena had furiously squirmed her finger m Hope's ass. 

Marlena's guttural gasps and squeals flowered into hoarse, bellowing cries 
as the young blonde eased her digit inside the tight, gripping shitchute. At 
the same time, the blonde's tongue continued spearing in and out of the 
older woman's pussy. 

Hope's own pussy churned and convulsed automatically as she sucked Marlena's 
pussy and finger-fucked her asshole. If only that kid was still around, she 
thought. God, how she would love having a stiff prick nailing her own pussy 
from behind right now? 

But the lewd thought quickly evaporated in the heat of the moment. Hope 
became consumed once again with Marlena's over- whelmed reaction to the 
double-fucking she was getting. Additionally, the young blonde thrilled to 
her own lusty response. Her pussy, brimmed with cunt juice and her clit 
throbbed crazily. And just as Marlena squealed and convulsed through a 
thunderous orgasm, the blonde experienced her own marvelous climax. Her hot 
pussy shuddered and quaked and gushed a river of nectar even as she 
continued tongue-lashing the older woman's cunthole and fingering her 
slitter. 

"Ooohhh, that's all," Marlena finally whimpered. "I can't take any more." 

Hope rolled away and lay gasping for breath. She smiled as she gazed up at 
the ceiling and savored the pleasant afterglow of her own orgasm. Her lips 
and tongue ached, but she didn't mind. The sweet residue of Marlena's cunt 
juice on her mouth more than made up for the numb aching. 

Following a few minutes of happy silence, Marlena sat up and grinned down on 
the young blonde. "I guess I should let you show me the house now," she said 
through a girlish snicker. "After all, my husband will want to know all 
about it." 

Hope laughed. "I almost forgot why I was here," she said, getting to her 
feet and glancing around. "I haven't seen all of it myself." 

"I wouldn't worry," Marlena said, casually slipping into her clothes. 
"You've sold me an the place." She flashed a wink at Hope. "I bet you'll 
have no trouble doing the same with my husband." 

Chapter Seven 

The next morning Hope couldn't keep the triumph out of her voice as she told 
Dennis Andersen she expected to deliver a signed contract on the house she 
had shown the day before. 

"The wife loves the place," she told a skeptical Dennis as she slipped a 
couple of contracts into her briefcase. "I'm meeting the husband at ten. The 
wife is sure he'll like it.'' Dennis continued to appraise her through an 
arched-brow expression. "Darling, liking a place and buying it are two 
different ball games," he said slowly. "I think maybe you're getting carried 
away. Besides, I've had that property listed for six months. Are you telling 
me you show the dump one time and the next day you move it?" 

"What's wrong, Dennis?" she purred. "Didn't you hire me because you thought 
I'd be a natural at this game?" 

He grinned. "All right, baby," he rasped. "Bring me back some good paper on 
that place, an I'll cat my words." His lips curled into a smirk as he eyed 
her curvaceous figure in her tight-fitting blouse and skirt. "I'll even eat 
something else." 

Her spirits were high as she drove to the house. Everything she had told 
Dennis was true. Marlena had practically guaranteed her husband would 
approve of the house and agree to buy it. Now that would be some send-off 
for her new job! Two days on the job, and already moving a white elephant 
property! Dennis Andersen would have to take her seriously then. And Paul 
would have to be delighted when she showed him her commission check! 

She was humming a merry tune as she parked in front of the house. She had to 
snicker as she remembered how much fun she had enjoyed yesterday with both 
Marlena and the teenaged stud. This was becoming a dream job, and she 
couldn't wait to close the deal with Marlena's husband. 

She spread listing sheets on the kitchen counter and had to smile again just 
recalling what had taken place the day before on that very countertop. She 
strolled into the living room and giggled aloud when she imagined whiffing 
the scent of the wild sex enjoyed so recently on the plush carpet. 

When she heard the front door open, her heart leaped in sweet anticipation. 
She rushed to meet her clients with her prettiest smile. 

She came face-to-face with a distinguished looking man of about forty. 
Marlena hadn't described her husband, but this man was amazingly close to 
what Hope had envisioned. He was trim and fit and looked well-to-do in a 
blue business suit. He was quite handsome in a rugged, masculine sort of 
way, and Hope felt an immediate response tingle in her pussy as she greeted 
him. With his well-groomed dark hair, alert brown eyes and firm, confident 
manner, he was what Hope liked in a man. She could easily picture him as 
Marlena's husband. .. 

She introduced herself and allowed herself a fast scan of his body. 

"Harry Robinson," he said, his eyes lingering on the bulge of her tits 
pushing against the front of her blouse. "Marlena told me you were pretty, 
but she didn't tell me how much. This is a nice surprise." 

Hope felt herself blush at his compliment. "Marlena didn't come with you, 
Mr. Robinson?" she asked, not revealing her slight disappointment. With 
Marlena present as she had expected, she figured she wouldn't be so nervous 
completing her first major transaction. 

He shook his head and continued to look at her tits. Hope was used to this 
reaction from men she met for the first time, but she picked up a gleam in 
the man's eyes that vaguely unnerved her. Was it possible Marlena had told 
her husband about much more than the house? She wondered as an eerie shiver 
raced up her spine. 

"She had another appointment," he said. "Besides, I don't think we need her, 
do you?" 

She laughed nervously. "I suppose not, Mr. Robinson," she said. 

"Call me Harry, honey," he said, stepping closer. "No point in being 
formal." 

"All right. Harry," she said, her knees suddenly turning to rubber. She 
fought to control the sudden racing of her pulse and just as quickly 
realized that was impossible. "If you'll follow me, Harry, I'll show you the 
rest of the house." 

She walked down the hallway toward the master bedroom. All the while, she 
felt his eyes staring at her ass, and a strange mixture of excitement and 
panic gripped her. She was accustomed to being stared at with appreciation 
by most men, but with Marlena's husband it was different. 

The sense that perhaps Marlena had told him about the sexy adventure of 
yesterday caused her uneasiness. He must think I'm a real slut, she told 
herself as her uneasy feeling grew stronger. Surely Marlena didn't tell him 
about yesterday! Surely! It wasn't the sort of thing a woman would tell her 
husband. Still, she knew people were very open these days about such things. 
Oh, God, what if he's here just to get what his wife got yesterday? 

The wild worries and questions played through her mind as she automatically 
led him into the first two rooms. She spoke without thinking, going over the 
information about the house by pure memory and practice. Her pitch was down 
pat. And still he just gazed at her with hot, horny eyes. 

"Well, Harry," she said before taking him through the rest of the house. 
"Any questions so far?" 

He nodded and smirked. "Just one, Hope. 

Why the fuck are you being so coy?" 

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her worst fears coming true. 

"Let's knock off the bullshit," he rasped stepping up to her and cupping her 
tits in his palms. He lifted them through her blouse as if weighing them 
while continuing to peer into her blue eyes. His smirk spread. "I thought 
Marlena was just trying to make me jealous. She told me all this wild stuff 
about you and, frankly, J thought she was making you up. I've got to hand it 
to that hat-cunt wife of mine. She sure knows a good thing when she finds 
it." 

"I don't understand, Mr. Robinson," Hope said meekly, trembling now visibly. 

"Harry," he corrected softly, squeezing her tits through her blouse and 
brushing against her body. "And I think you understand perfectly. Old Dennis 
Andersen doesn't miss a trick trying to close a deal. Shit, it makes sense 
he'd put a foxy whore in charge of selling his properties. Ballsy, but smart 
if it works to move houses." 

"No, you're wrong, Harry," she said quickly, though her voice wobbled with a 
faint gasp. He was so skillfully fondling her tits that she couldn't help 
the slow arousal that swept through her. She felt a deep, throaty moan 
escape her mouth just as he began unbuttoning her blouse and reaching for 
her naked, aching tits. 

Hope stood helpless as he slipped his hands inside her unbuttoned blouse, 
reached around and effortlessly unhooked her bra. In the next second, her 
huge tits were jutting out, naked and exposed and under the equally skillful 
manipulations of his active hands. A fast, matching ache of desire began 
building in her pussy. 

"Yep, old Andersen sure goes first-class," he mumbled, slowly leaning down 
and drawing his mouth closer to her tits. "When he does something, at least 
he does it right. I'll hand him that." 

Before Hope could think, Harry was kissing her nipples. Her rubbery tit-tips 
tingled into stiffness and her tit melons immediately throbbed, She shivered 
as he sucked one of her tits fully into his hot mouth. Electric sensations 
zipped through her, dominating her pussy and fanning out to every region of 
her trembling body. She almost swooned as the desire raged inside her. 

"Harry, you've got this all wrong," she said feebly, making one last attempt 
to set the record straight. 

She wasn't sure what was going on, but she had a wild idea. Still, Harry 
obviously thought that she was part of some scam to sell houses for Dennis 
Andersen. 

He chuckled through his mouthful of titflesh. She shivered once again as he 
scraped his teeth over her trapped nipple. Then he settled in to sucking 
leisurely on her tit while his hand lazily fondled and massaged her other 
lit. Her nipples jutted fiercely, stinging with fast arousal and desire. She 
couldn't believe it was happening to her again. But the primary worry that 
troubled her was the fact that she was responding so readily to another 
stranger. She was a happily married woman, she told herself. What's 
happening to me? 

She uttered a soft little whine as she surrendered to the wanton demands of 
her body. She leaned back against the wall and brought her hands to rest 
limply on his broad shoulders. With a sob, she thrilled to the wild pleasure 
his mouth was providing as he sucked and licked her tit. She squirmed and 
squeezed her thighs together. She could feel the hot nectar ooze from her 
horny cunt. She could feel the host of sensations that jarred her senses as 
her body continued to spin out of control. 

Harry spent several seconds servicing her other tit before drawing back and 
clutching just her nipple between his teeth. He flicked his tongue across 
the nipple, making her squeal softly, uttering yelping little sobs. The 
pain/pleasure of his technique sent her pussy into automatic spasm, and Hope 
let herself go. No longer was she able to pretend she opposed what he was 
doing to her. She desperately wanted him to keep sucking her tits and to 
eventually stuff her pussy with his hard cock. 

"Ooohhh, God!" she sobbed. "Mmmmmmmm, yes, yyyeessss!" 

He nipped at her nipple with his teeth, sending sharp sensations over her 
body. Her tits heaved as her breathing became labored and husky. The way he 
gnawed and bit at her puckered tit-peak kept her trembling with surging 
lust, and kept her hot pussy quivering violently. 

"Aaahhhhhh!" she bellowed when he finally sucked as much of her enormous 
tit-globe into his hot mouth. "Ooohhhhh!" 

He munched greedily on her tit melon, loudly devouring the lush tit like a 
succulent fruit. He gobbled it into his mouth and washed it with his saliva. 
He sucked and licked, chewing on the satiny tit-mound until Hope thought her 
pussy would explode with an instant orgasm. 

She lifted her hands from his shoulders to the back of his head and cradled 
him in place, sucking on her tits. She groaned and sighed as he feasted on 
her tits and sparked lusty fire in the pit of her fuckhole. 

Her worries, her confusion and the troubling questions about herself 
couldn't sway her growing lust. Somehow they only served to add to her lust. 
The wanton, raunchy things happening to her increased her sex need, and she 
couldn't bother with trying to understand it. The feeling and the sensations 
were there. And that was all that mattered. 

Hope squirmed against Harry, loving the stiff feeling of his business suit. 
Everything added to her lusty pleasure. No sensation was too small to pass 
over her notice or recognition. Her whole body was alerted to the pleasure 
and eager to receive even more. 

As her mind started spinning along with her body, she felt Harry abandon her 
tits as he gripped her hips under her skirt. She moaned with pleasure 
feeling his strong hands on her flesh, and she quickly squealed happily as 
his fingers hooked inside the waistband of her panties. He leered at her 
lust-contorted face as he worked her panties down over her ass and shapely 
thighs. She lifted her legs one at a time as he eased her panties completely 
off. And then his busy hands began working to unsnap her skirt. 

When her skirt fell down around her ankles, she shuddered as the air bathed 
her nude flesh. With her luscious tits sticking through the unbuttoned folds 
of her blouse, her nudity from the waist-down gave her a particularly 
wanton, lustful image. Her long blonde hair, partially covering her-lovely 
face, topped off her sexy appearance, and it was obvious Harry was 
tremendously enraptured by the sight. She had no trouble seeing the hard 
throbbing of his cock inside his pants fly. 

She shuddered as his hands roamed up and down her naked thighs. She moaned 
as passion melted her. Gasping and trembling, her eyes bugged wide with 
excitement as the distinguished businessman slowly knelt to his knees. 

"Oh, God, oooohhhh!" she moaned. "Yes, yyyeessss! Ooohh, yyyessss!" 

She felt his breath on her pussy as he leveled his face to her cunt. Soon 
she felt his tongue licking her inner thigh, and her groans became pure, 
throaty squeals of utter ecstasy. Hot, clear juices oozed from her pussy and 
greeted the first flicks of his tongue. 

"Ahhh, you're eating me!" she sobbed. "You're eating my pussy!" 

She moaned and whimpered fervently as his tongue touched her tender pussy 
pulp. Her hips jerked spasmodically at his intimate touch, and she swooned 
as the pleasure overwhelmed her. 

She felt plastered against the wall as Harry licked the full length of her 
upturned pussy slowly and deeply. His tongue rasped along her creamy cunt 
gash, not missing any part of her cuntslit as it traveled from the tight 
pucker of her asshole to the downy fuzz edging her cunt mound. It was a 
total inspection with his tongue as the probing instrument, and Hope 
couldn't suppress the ecstasy that engulfed her. 

"Oooohhh, so ggoooodddd!" she babbled, shaking her head from side to side 
and trembling from head to foot. "Ooohhh!" 

Harry nipped at the fleshy folds of her pussylips, devouring her tasty 
cuntflesh with loud smacks. His tongue curled around her clit, and she tried 
desperately to choke down the guttural scream of raw delight that crashed 
through her throat. It felt so incredibly sexy, the ecstasy leaping to new 
bounds, raging throughout her body and leaving her to shudder and convulse 
against the wall as if being electrically shocked. 

He wedged his head harder between her legs until he was practically resting 
his face beneath her pussy. From this awkward position, he was able to force 
his tongue to the hilt up into her quivering, spasming fuckhole. That was 
all it took. Her pussy jolted into heaving turmoil and a crashing climax 
rocked her. Her pussy juices flowed, gushing down into his opened mouth like 
water spilling through a dam. 

"Ooohhhhh, fuck, I love it! I love it!" she wailed as her pussy poured out a 
shower of hot, slick nectar. "I can't stop coming! Ooohhh, I can't stop 
coming!" 

She felt his tongue drilling up into her cunthole, deeper and deeper. Even 
as she came, her cunt became hotter and hotter, intensifying her thunderous 
orgasm. The tight walls of her cunt closed around his invading tongue, 
milking it as if it were a cock. Her hips and ass twitched as her fierce 
climax jarred through her. 

"Aaahhhhh, yes, yyyeessss!" she groaned, hunching against his face, fucking 
back at his tongue. "Shit, I love it so much! I can't get enough!" 

At last the incredible waves of pleasure slowed, and Hope felt herself 
starting to slide down the wall. Harry moved swiftly, straddling and 
propping her up in place by grabbing her hips. He flashed a lewd smile and 
she thrilled to the sight of her own pussy nectar glistening across his lips 
and chin. 

"Don't pass out an me now," he whispered, tugging off his tie and quickly 
unbuttoning his shirt. "That was just the warm up." 

Hope groaned and closed her eyes. She savored the exquisite sensations that 
continued to echo through her senses. Her hot pussy still throbbed and her 
clit seemed numb by all the intense stimulation. She heard the rustle of his 
suit as he undressed in front of her, and she had to smile as she 
anticipated what marvelously erotic action he now had planned for them. "I'm 
ready now, baby," he whispered. 

She opened her eyes to see him standing before her nude. His cock was very 
impressive, jutting out stiff and thick from his hairy pain. It appeared 
almost as large as her husband's, but what instantly captured her attention 
was the size of his balls. They were enormous! She immediately compared them 
to grapefruits. 

"You like what you see?" he coaxed, grinning confidently. 

"Mmmm. Very much," she purred, pushing herself away from the wall and 
reaching down to cup those gigantic balls. 

She palmed his balls and felt her cunt twitch automatically. She closed her 
warm hands around his precious balls and held them delicately as she gazed 
down on his surging prick. His cockhead was swollen, almost like a clenched 
fist. Purple veins laced his hard, thick cockshaft, and Hope had no trouble 
relishing the notion of that slab of fuckmeat being rammed into her soaked 
pussy. 

"Well? Shouldn't you get better acquainted with him?" Harry rasped, placing 
his hands on the blonde's shoulders with just enough pressure for her to get 
the idea. "He likes to be kissed and pampered." 

She grinned and slowly sank to her knees. She gave his big, jizz-bloated 
balls an affectionate squeeze as she settled in front of him. She peered 
straight into the closed-eye of his piss-slit and licked her lips. She 
couldn't take her eyes off the enticing sight of his throbbing, twitching 
prick as she held his balls. His cock jerked, surging as it wobbled under 
her gaze. 

"Enjoy it, honey," be rasped, petting her head and uttering a hoarse 
chuckle. "After the tongue-fucking I gave you, I think I earned a good 
suck." 

Hope couldn't have agreed more. In truth, she was anxious to eat the 
distinguished man's prick. Her mouth watered at the prospect of sucking him 
off. She leaned forward and slowly curled her tongue over and around the 
mushroomy-shaped cock knob. 

His cock had a clean flavor with just the hint of a soapy residue. 
Obviously, he was well prepared for what was happening, and Hope couldn't 
help but reflect on what Marlena must have told him about her.. 

Her soft lips formed a tight circle pressed against the swollen bead of his 
prick. As she pushed forward, she felt her lips stretch, expanding just 
enough to accommodate the bloated cock knob. She didn't stop when she had 
inhaled the crown of his prick. Instead she kept gulping up his fuckmeat, 
inch-by-inch, skimming her lips firmly over the ivory surface of his 
cock-stalk. 

At last her lips nudged the hairy root of his prick and his cockhead touched 
the back of her twat. She heard him groan and it thrilled her that she had 
managed to take all of his cock inside her mouth in one, steady gulp. 

She rested momentarily, savoring the flavor of his cockmeat and her sense of 
erotic accomplishment. . She knew by the way he squirmed on his feet and 
tangled his hands in her blonde hair that he was getting all he had 
bargained for. She trembled with building passion as she continued to hold 
the entire length of his prick in her hot, wet mouth. A sense of womanly 
power sizzled over her, and she knew she was already performing up to his 
expectations. 

She massaged his massive balls with her fingers as she sucked lightly on his 
prick. Her fingers fluttered over the hairy, leathery surface of his 
ball-sac, and she listened with pleasure to the throaty moans coming from 
his mouth. 

"Aaahhhhh, fuck, honey." he mumbled. "You're a real expert cocksucker, 
aren't you? Shit, Marlena knew you'd drive me wild! That bitch is always 
right about these things." 

Hope loved the aroma of him with her face pressed against the hairy tangle 
of his cock- bush. His huge, taut balls filled her smallish hands and even 
seemed to pulse under her delicate stroking and fondling. She wiggled her 
tongue as much as possible while keeping his prick securely locked to the 
hilt inside her mouth. She thrilled to the sensations sweeping over her, and 
she judged that his soaring arousal wasn't far ahead of her own. 

She was just starting to pull back and whip her head back and forth on his 
prick when she heard the heated voice of Dennis Andersen. 

"Goddamn you, Robinson!" Dennis raged from the bedroom doorway. "I should've 
known you were behind this when my new girl was bragging about selling this 
dump her first day out. Sure as shit, here you are face-fucking my girl!" 

Harry chuckled and quickly grabbed Hope's head, holding her in place as he 
began slamming his cock brutally in and out of her mouth. 

"Lighten up, Andersen," he hissed. "How was this new girl gonna know she was 
entertaining your chief competitors?" 

Chapter Eight 

Hope's sudden fear was quickly replaced by real confusion. A gaped, stunned 
expression covered her face and her shocked gasps choked in her throat as 
she watched her boss, Dennis Andersen, casually stroll into the bedroom. His 
eyes danced over Hope's nude body as he uttered a short snicker. Then, with 
Hope too afraid to breathe, she watched as Dennis slowly started to strip. 

"Fuck if I'll let you have her all to yourself, Robinson," Dennis snapped, 
flashing a lewd wink. "She's still my employee." 

Harry Robinson laughed. "She won't be for long if Marlena has anything to 
say about it. That slut wife of mine is really impressed with this hot 
little piece. We'll probably try to steal her from you." 

Hope listened in dazed silence as the men calmly discussed her and her 
future. She felt invisible, but of course she couldn't dismiss the awkward 
situation of her being nude and kneeling on the floor, her opened mouth 
still only inches from Harry's prick. 

"We can talk about it later," Dennis said, peeling off his slacks after 
kicking off his shoes. "But right now, Robinson, I'll admit you've found a 
better way to pass the time. She's quite a little cocksucker, isn't she?" 

Harry chuckled and lightly rubbed a hand over Hope's blonde head. "Not bad, 
Andersen," he said. "But you always had a sharp eye. Shit, I've always said 
you have the best decorated agency in town. All those big tits and round 
asses spicing up your office makes you the envy of every guy I know. Too bad 
your business keeps slipping." 

"Oh, don't cry for me, Robinson," Dennis retorted, standing now completely 
naked, his cock surging into a stiff hard-on. "The fringe benefits sometimes 
outweigh the bottom line." He glanced at Hope and smiled lewdly as he 
stepped toward her. "Don't look so confused, honey," he said to Hope. "Harry 
Robinson and I have been business rivals for years. This is a special time, 
and you're gonna play a special part in it. Not often do Harry and I get a 
chance to share something as fine as you." 

Hope tried to speak, but the two men converged on her too fast. She found 
herself being fondled by four roaming hands as they cased her up and closed 
against her. Two stiff hot pricks poked her satiny flesh, and she felt the 
dazing effects of her confusion, shock and erotic excitement spinning 
through her at once. It was too much to figure out, and the men were making 
sure things happened too fast for her to try. She was forced into helpless 
surrender, vulnerable and pliable for the two horny men as they sandwiched 
her, caressed her and pecked kisses on her body. 

She shuddered as wild excitement soared inside her. What was happening 
overwhelmed her, leaving her breathless, speechless and more thrilled with 
wanton expectation than at any time in her life. 

"I think you should get back to the nice work you were doing before your 
boss interrupted us," Harry whispered, showing Hope a sneering grin as he 
clasped his hands behind her neck and gently coaxed her to lean forward. 

At the same time, Dennis positioned himself behind Hope and grabbed her 
hips. The men had her bend forward at the waist as she planted her feet 
shoulder-width apart on the floor. They made her stretch until she was able 
to capture Harry's cock in her mouth. This left her ass exposed perfectly 
for Dennis, and Hope shivered as his hands roamed freely over the backs of 
her thighs and her upturned asscheeks. 

Her standing, bending position was slightly uncomfortable, but she didn't 
have the chance to complain. Her mouth was quickly stuffed with Harry's 
prickmeat, and he was eagerly pounding it down her throat. Her big tits 
dangled and jiggled as she grabbed Harry's thighs to brace herself. 

Meanwhile, Dennis knelt behind her and began licking the backs of her 
thighs. Hope instantly swooned while sucking on Harry's pile driving cock. A 
raw heat raged inside her cunt as she felt Dennis's hot breath filter over 
her upturned pussy. Gradually, his tongue-laps neared her pussy, and she 
shivered with anticipation as she sensed he was about to flick his wet 
tongue over her cunt from behind. 

Dennis squeezed her round asscheeks as he dabbed at her gushy cunt with his 
tongue. He speared her puffy cuntlips with his tongue-tip, then licked in 
broad swipes the meaty cunt gash peeking at him between the tops of her 
legs. 

"She was made for this, Andersen," Harry croaked. "She loves getting down 
like a shotgun, and getting herself plugged front and back." 

Hope groaned as her boss used his tonguetip to toy with her clit. Though the 
position was awkward, she thrilled to Dennis's adroit talent at zeroing in 
on her sensitive little love-button from this difficult, unique angle. At 
the same time, her pussy glazed with nectar and her cuntwalls spasmed 
involuntarily from the wild excitement. 

Her tits throbbed and ached with pleasant sensations as she munched and 
sucked greedily on Harry's whipsawing cock. He was using her mouth just like 
a hot pussy, and Hope was loving it. 

Already her jaws were beginning to ache from the strain of receiving Harry's 
drilling cock in and out of her mouth. Her neck muscles burned from the 
pressure of holding her head aloft to meet the thrusts of his face-fucking 
prick. And all the while her knees trembled and threatened to buckle from 
the awkwardness of her lewd position. But still, the sexy young blonde was 
getting off tremendously from the erotic sensation the two men were giving 
her. 

Dennis finally drove his stiffened tongue straight into her fuck-tunnel, 
scorching her tender pussy tissues and driving her wild with lusty desire. 
She tried to cry out as the pleasure bombarded her, but Harry's cock banging 
in and out of her mouth made that impossible. 

"You ever gonna fuck her, or just lick her to death?" Harry rasped as he 
yanked on Hope's long blonde hair while fucking her face. "I thought this 
was all about giving her some double-fucking action." 

Dennis glanced up briefly. "All in good time, my man," he said, giving 
Hope's upturned ass a playful spank. "I'm just working up my appetite." 

Harry shrugged. "Suit yourself, Andersen. I'm about to soak her tonsils. 
Then, if you don't beat me to it, I'm planning to give her cute little pussy 
a good hosing." 

The sounds of the two men snickering and chuckling rang in Hope's ears. 
Strange, wanton sensations played over her nerves, and she didn't try to 
understand it. Something about being used and forced into this lewd 
submission by the men made the lusty blonde hot and horny. All she knew was 
that her pussy was on fire, churning and convulsing with a need for much 
more than Dennis Andersen's playful tongue-flicks. She needed cock. Hard 
cock! She needed to be fucked, to be ravaged and brutally used by these 
businessmen. 

A soulful wail escaped her throat through Harry's pumping prick, and she 
felt the resulting vibrations shiver his fuck-meat. Her lips Mt blistered 
from the pounding of his rock-hard cock in and out of her hot mouth, and she 
knew it would only be seconds until he blasted his load down her throat. She 
squeezed her fingers into his hard thighs and panted as she fought to 
maintain the position the men had forced her into. When, momentarily, her 
knees gave way, she realized there was no danger of her collapsing 
face-first to the floor. Both men were holding her in position, using her 
mouth and her upturned pussy to their best advantage. And Hope was thrilled 
by it all! 

She wriggled her ass back against Dennis's face and felt his tongue skewer 
through the creamy membranes of her cunt-socket. She gasped and 
automatically clamped her lips hard Mound Harry's cockshaft. In the next 
instant, Dennis started whipping his tongue in and out of her soupy pussy 
tormenting her fuckhole with wondrous licks and snips of his lips and teeth. 

A whole host of sensations engulfed her, and Hope had never experienced 
anything quite like it. 

Her body shuddered, and even her aching mouth sent signals of raw ecstasy to 
her lust numbed brain. 

Incredible, just as Harry began to shoot off, Dennis surprised her by 
quickly flicking his tongue-tip up her ass-crack. His tongue swabbed her 
asshole and her resulting cries were immediately muffled by the sudden 
explosion of Harry's thick jism down her throat. 

She gulped even as her body trembled. Her boss continued to lap his tongue 
against her puckered little shitter, and the delirious blonde swooned on her 
feet. She somehow managed to gulp Harry's jizz, and she thrilled to the way 
the salty spunk sizzled her tonsils. 

Harry grunted and kept ramming his fuckmeat in and out of her mouth. His 
come shot in thin ropes, drowning her throat as he fucked wildly. His hands 
twisted her hair and jerked her face into the proper position to take the 
full, brutal thrust of his spitting cockmeat. 

Meanwhile, Dennis poked, the tip of his tongue into her clenched asshole. 
His chin grazed her bushy pussy, and the combination of sensations 
overwhelmed the sexy young blonde. She continued to gulp steadily at the 
hot, molten tide of Harry's spunk, enjoying the wanton act of swallowing his 
load thoroughly. She wanted to savor the feast of the man's pulpy come, but 
with what her boss was doing behind her, any sort of concentration was 
impossible. She was operating strictly on instinct and in the command of her 
lusty body. Automatically, she wiggled her ass in small circles, gasping as 
Dennis's tongue knifed deeper into her asshole. Soon Harry eased his wilting 
prick from her mouth but he continued to hold her head in place, maintaining 
her position. He chuckled as he watched the other man tongue the blonde's 
shitter, and he passed the time by reaching for Hope's dangling, jiggling 
tits. He squeezed her huge tit-melons with one hand while stoking her silky 
blonde hair with the other. 

Suddenly, Dennis stood behind Hope and gave her asscheeks another slap. "My 
turn for some fun," he snapped, winking at Harry. "Get ready, honey. This is 
going to be my pay day." 

Hope turned slightly to look at Dennis over her shoulder. She managed a fast 
glimpse of her boss before Harry roughly jerked her back around to face his 
crotch. By now, the blonde's knees were rubbery and her thighs trembled from 
the pressure of being locked in this awkward stance. But in spite of that, 
Hope was eager to have Dennis's big prick rammed into her hot pussy. Sucking 
off Harry had only added to her excitement, and now she was anxious for a 
hard-pumping cock to split into her pussy from behind. 

Dennis slid the thick length of his cock along the sticky slit at her cunt, 
thrilling the sexy blonde beyond her wildest dreams. She gasped and panted 
and uttered soft little whimpers as he used his cockstalk to toy with her 
cunt gash. She closed her eyes and silently wished he would get on with it. 
God, how she needed his cock inside her pussy! She was desperate for a good, 
hard fucking. And being forced into this upright, dog-style position by the 
two men only added fire to her raging lust. 

"Watching you suck off my business rival upsets me, Hope," Dennis whispered 
hoarsely, still grazing his cockshaft along her pussy gash, washing it all 
with her cunt juices; "I'm gonna have to do something about that.. But I'm 
sure you knew that. Some women like you just have to be bad so they can be 
dealt with. Lucky for you I'm the guy that's willing to punish you for it." 

She heard his raspy words, but couldn't make much sense of them. Her passion 
and desire was too great for her to concentrate or to guess at what game 
Dennis was playing. All she knew was his cock was hard and hot and rubbing 
against her cunt, driving her crazy with raw lust. 

"Then do it, damn you!" she suddenly blurted, her words a gushing hiss. 
"Fuck me, Dennis! Puck me hard and deep and fast? Puck me as hard as you 
can!" 

Both men chuckled. Harry squeezed her tits, then jerked her hair, forcing 
her to lift her head and stare straight at his saliva-glazed prick. At the 
same time, Dennis lifted his cock from her pussy and dragged his prick-knob 
along her ass-crack. 

In the next second Hope realized what was going to happen. Her nerves froze 
as both fear and excitement zipped through her. This was going to be the 
punishment Dennis had mentioned. She realized it just as she felt his 
spongy, bloated cockhead touch her puckered asshole. She gasped, choking off 
a hoarse squeal. 

"Oooooohhhhh!" she moaned, feeling herself tense. "Don't hurt me," she 
whimpered, the plea barely audible. 

Dennis merely grunted and slid his hands around her hips to lock her in 
place. A second later, he drove his prick into the tight-fisted hole of her 
shitter, and the blonde wailed a guttural shriek that echoed throughout the 
vacant house. He stopped with his cock halfway imbedded into her buttery 
shit-chute. Then, squeezing her hips, he grunted again and slammed the rest 
of his cockmeat into her whole. 

Hope screamed and her body shuddered. Her ass was totally nailed with cock 
and the pressure was tremendous. The heat consumed her and she was 
immediately bombarded with sensations of both pain and pleasure. When he 
began pulling out his cock, the friction increased along with the heat, and 
a slow grin spread over her lips. Despite the discomfort, Hope was quickly 
realizing the sheer delight of this forced assfucking. Her senses sizzled 
and her pussy convulsed automatically. Her clit throbbed and her aching tits 
and stiffened nipples thrived on the rough handling Harry was giving them. 

Pleasure flooded her, and the horny young blonde found herself suddenly 
ramming herself backward, impaling her ass on Dennis's sturdy prick. She 
fucked back at his drilling cock until the couple developed a steady, 
furious rhythm to their fucking. 

Dennis's prick, greased by the blonde's cunt juices, slid in and out of the 
tight shit-channel, making both of them grunt and groan with pleasure. The 
buttery depths of her ass-chute squeezed the invading fuckmeat, allowing the 
blonde to feel every ridge, vein and dimple along the ivory slab of 
prick-meat. 

The wild sensations flooded over into her pussy, and she howled with delight 
when Dennis stabbed two fingers up into her seething cunthole. The result 
brought an instant climax that jarred the blonde's senses and sent her 
shapely body into contortions that almost freed her from Harry's firm grip 
of her head. 

She yelped and squealed and cried out as Dennis kept pumping his huge prick 
into her asshole and drilling his fingers into her churning cunt channel. 
His hairy, tight balls slapped against the back of her thighs each time he 
nailed her shitter to the limit with his prick, and Hope couldn't get enough 
of it. 

She arched her spine to give her ass even more upthrust and to provide him 
with an even better target. Her responses to this brutal ass-fucking and 
finger-fucking became wilder and more heated. She grabbed desperately for 
Harry's recovering prick and attempted to stuff the uncoiling cockmeat into 
her mouth. All the while, she heaved and wiggled her hips and ass and pussy, 
surrendering completely to the raunchy pleasure of having all three orifices 
plugged. 

Harry laughed throatily as the blonde hungrily devoured his surging cock. He 
kept massaging and squeezing her tits as he hammered his prick into her 
mouth. At the same time, Dennis continued to fuck her ass and finger her 
pussy from the rear, bringing the lovely blonde to quivering, uncontrolled 
ecstasy. And then, in the midst of this overheated action, the trembling 
sensations rocking the three of them brought on a collapse. 

Dennis fell backward, his legs giving way as he pulled Hope down on his lap. 
The blonde was helpless and found herself being carried downward until she 
landed sitting on his lap, her ass impaled on his surging cock. Harry 
followed them, still hammering his prick into the blonde's receptive, greedy 
mouth, but he managed to remain standing on wobbly legs. He clutched the 
back of the blonde's head as he fucked her face and squeezed her jiggling 
tit-melons. 

"Oooohhhhh!" she bellowed, squirming on Dennis's prick, letting her asshole 
flex and spasm against the. trapped fuckmeat. "Aaahhhhh!" 

With more helpless wails of joy, Hope convulsed as Dennis jabbed his cock 
against her bowels while stabbing his fingers into the depths of her pussy 
passage. Her heart pounded erratically and her senses threatened to overload 
as she came again and again. 

Moments later, Dennis cried out and hunched against her with an incredible, 
frantic shove of his cock just as he emptied his load of jism into, her hot 
asshole. Thick, pulpy wads of jizz creamed her bowels, coinciding perfectly 
with the delectable sensations of her own blissful, multiple orgasms. 

Before the pleasure began to fade through Hope's cunt and her ass, Harry's 
cock leaped inside her mouth and sent another load of trickling spunk down 
her throat. She gobbled it up, glutting on the salty feast, relishing every 
delicious second. And then, she went limp, letting the two men keep her 
propped up. 

Minutes later, she felt herself being jostled gently as Dennis freed his 
prick from her clutching shitter. She was still limp and listless as the men 
stretched her out on the floor. 

She blinked open her eyes and saw them smiling down at her. She returned 
their smiles and moaned. 

"I think she still wants to play," Harry chuckled. 

"My-best employees love to work over time," Dennis retorted. 

Harry glanced sharply at Dennis, and Hope could see Harry's lips stretch 
into a grim line. "I'm prepared to make her an offer to come to work for my 
agency. I'm just warning you, Dennis. No misunderstandings." 

Dennis shrugged, then flashed a smile down on Hope. "I think Hope will 
decide to do the right thing," he said softly, giving her a subtle wink. 
"After all, she knows I was there when she needed a job in the first place." 

Dennis grabbed his pants off the floor and pulled them on. He dressed 
quickly, then lingered at the doorway when Hope slowly sat up. "See you back 
at the office," he said to her with a dazzling smile and another wink. 

Harry took her arm and helped her to her feet. She faced his charming smile. 
"Marlena and I will both be waiting for you at our office, honey," he said 
softly, giving her nipple a parting tweak of affection. 

Now alone and dressing, Hope knew both men would be disappointed. 

Chapter Nine 

"You can't quit just like that!" Dennis thundered through the phone. 
"I'll... fuck, I'll tell your old man how you've been whoring yourself out 
since coming to work here! I'll tell him that I caught you and fired you!" 

Hope sighed and fought the fear she felt from his dangerous threats. She 
forced herself to stay calm. She squeezed the receiver. 

"Do what you have to do, Dennis," she finally said softly before hanging up. 

She stared at her kitchen phone for several seconds, afraid that it would 
ring again and she'd hear more wild threats from Dennis, or more cooing, 
seductive whispers from Marlena. Since she had informed the owners of both 
real estate agencies yesterday of her decision to no longer work, her phone 
had been ringing hourly. 

Dennis, Harry and Marlena had been trying to change her mind, while also 
pitching their own agencies as the best place for her to resume her part 
time career. The promises and the threats had become increasingly desperate 
from the three of them. 

Hope turned away from the phone and busied herself fixing more coffee. It 
was mid-morning and as she sat at the dinette and sipped coffee, she 
realized how anxious she was to get back into her housecleaning routine. It 
had taken just a few days for her to realize how much she missed taking care 
of the house for Paul and to be home when he got there with good meals 
prepared for him. It was her husband that she wanted to devote herself to. 
She loved him and the fear of destroying their marriage had been the key 
motivation behind her sudden decision to quit her job. 

Of course other reasons influenced her decision. As she finished her coffee, 
she reflected how easily she had been lured into wanton sex during her short 
tenure with Dennis. It frightened her to know how readily she let herself be 
used by the people she met. But what had bothered her most was her response 
to the wild fucking and even to the lewd lesbian encounter with Marlena 
Robinson. 

A slight tremor shuddered through her now as she recalled that wild scene. 
Disturbingly, she felt her pussy moisten and her nipples tingle into 
stiffness as the lewd images flashed through her mind. 

She pushed away from the table and retrieved the vacuum cleaner from the 
hall closet. Getting to the household chores would, she decided, make those 
disturbing thoughts vanish. 

When the doorbell rang thirty minutes later, she was well into her 
vacuuming, but still maddeningly engrossed in those wickedly lewd thoughts. 
She tried to ignore the horny twitching in her cunt as she went to answer 
the door. 

She opened the front door and gasped softly upon seeing a good-looking, 
athletic-type guy of about her own age standing on the porch. He had curly 
blond hair, a sun-tanned face with even, masculine features and a bright, 
friendly smile. Instinctively, Hope's pussy throbbed in animal-kb response 
to the handsome surprise visitor. 

"Pardon me, but I'm Joe Daley," the young man said. "I moved in down the 
Street earlier this week." 

"Yes?" Hope said, her heart pounding as lusty excitement swelled inside her. 

"I wanted to borrow a cup of sugar, now that we're neighbors," he said, his 
eyes twinkling with amusement as he made a subtle glimpse of her alluring 
body. 

Hope smiled as a light blush colored her face. Suddenly, she was 
self-consciously aware of her skimpy attire. She was wearing a simple white 
shirt, the front flaps knotted beneath the ample swell of her braless tits, 
revealing her flat belly. White shorts hugged her curvaceous hips and ass 
while revealing her long, tapered legs. Under his hot gaze, she felt both 
flattered and a little uneasy. He was practically raping her with his eyes. 

"A cup of sugar?" she repeated, her smile broadening. "But I don't see a 
measuring cup. Do you want me to furnish that too?" 

He chuckled as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other. "Yeah, well, 
I might as well admit it," he said, ducking his head. "I really wanted an 
excuse to meet you. I've seen you going off to work in the mornings, and 
today when you didn't leave I wondered if you were sick, or something." 

The knowing smile lingered on Hope's face and she used this opportunity to 
check out his body. When her eyes reached the bulge in front of his slacks, 
her pussylips quivered once again. Wanton impulses surged throughout her 
body, and she quickly gave up trying to suppress than. 

She stepped away from the doorway and silently beckoned him inside. When he 
stepped over the threshold, she closed and locked the door behind them. 

"Why were you so anxious to meet me?" she asked softly. 

His eyes riveted on her tits. "Are you kidding?" he rasped, stepping up to 
her. "I'm just a sucker for anything built like you." 

Excitement pounded her and the hammering of her heart filled her ears. "You 
like my tits, don't you?" she whispered. 

"What do you think?" he said, covering her quivering tit mounds with his 
hands and lightly squeezing the firm, huge tits through her shirt. He 
fondled her tits gently as Hope moaned. She leaned her head back against the 
door and arched up against his caressing hands. 

"That's nice," she purred. "I love having my tits played with by a gentle, 
strong man. 

"I bet they taste as good as they look," he rasped. 

"Why don't you find out?" she sighed. 

He unbuttoned her shirt and carefully peeled back the folds to expose her 
huge tits. He gazed at the ripe, round tit-globes before lowering his mouth 
to one stiff nipple. He squeezed it between his lips, making Hope groan a 
guttural little squeal. He started nipping at the tender tit bud, using his 
lips, teeth and tongue to arouse her nipple into a stiff, rubbery dart. 

"Ooohhh, yes, I love that," she cooed. "Suck all of my tit. Oh, please, suck 
it all into your mouth." 

Hope's hands fluttered up over his hips, then around to his slim ass. She 
squeezed his manly asscheeks through his slacks and moaned as he sucked as 
much of her tit-melon as possible into his hot mouth. 

Moments later he moved his mouth to the deep valley between her tits and 
licked the satiny crevice as she trembled with passion. He then went to her 
other tit and sucked it gently. He roamed his hands over her round ass and 
her thighs as he sucked and chewed on her tits. He moved from one tit to the 
other, licking and sucking and gently biting until Hope was going wild, 
panting and nudging his crotch with her knee as she writhed against him. 

He hooked his fingers inside the waistband of her shorts and unbuttoned them 
without taking his hungry mouth off her tits. 

"Yes, yyeeessss, Joe," she crooned. "Strip me and fuck me! Give me your 
cock, Joe! Fuck me, please!" 

She clung to him as he jerked her shorts and panties down over her hips. She 
rubbed her knees together and wiggled her hips, helping as her shorts fell 
around her ankles. Impatiently, she stepped out of her shafts and panties 
and melted into his embrace, now wearing only her unbuttoned shirt. 

He wedged a hand between her legs and brushed his fingers across her 
cunt-muff. Hope trembled as her lust accelerated. She groaned and panted as 
she squirmed against him. She clutched at his broad, strong shoulders, then 
squealed a soft little sob of pure pleasure then he poked a finger up into 
her sloppy-wet cunt socket. 

He teased her cunt-opening with his fingertip, never going deeper than the 
first knuckle. Then, he caressed her soupy cuntslit with his fingertip until 
he grazed the throbbing stub of her clit . She instantly bellowed a guttural 
cry and twitched as the sparks of pleasure shocked her. 

Within seconds, she could no longer contain herself. She reached down 
desperately for his cock. She squeezed the hard lump tenting the front of 
his tight-fitting slacks, then groaned with mounting frustration as she 
fumbled with the zipper of his fly. As her desperation and frustration grew, 
he suddenly chuckled and used his free hand to unzip his pants and to guide 
her hand inside. 

At last her hand closed around his naked slab of prick-meat, and she 
thrilled to the way his cock leaped against her grasp. Her fingers busily 
explored the new cock and her excitement rushed forward even more as she 
discovered his fuck-meat to be of mammoth size. 

"That's what I need," she whispered, her voice hoarse and thick. "Fuck me 
now, Joe. It's what we both want. It's why you're here. Don't torture me any 
longer. You know I'm a nympho slut. I'm no good for my husband. I'm good 
just for fucking. Do it, please. Fuck, I love it so much! It's all I can 
think about! It's all I need! Give me your big prick, Joe! Fuck me! Fuck me 
now!" 

She continued to babble and whimper as he fingered her clit and gradually 
returned to rubbing the meaty, slick folds of her cuntal membranes. He 
moaned as his cock suddenly surged inside her pumping fist. 

"All right, honey," he rasped. "You're going to get my cock. I'm gonna slam 
it to you. Fill your juicy, hot pussy and make you scream while you come and 
come." 

"Mmmm, yes, yyyeessss!" she cried, squeezing the fat middle of his cockshaft 
with both hands and eagerly guiding it against her cunt gash. "I want your 
cock! I want it now!" 

She stood on her toes to gain the proper angle in which to feed his cock to 
her pussy. She spread her legs just enough and braced herself against the 
door as she frantically wedged his bloated cock knob against her pussy 
socket. She cried out as his engorged prick pressed between her creamy cunt 
flaps. An immediate pressure threatened to stretch her cunt socket, and the 
lusty young blonde uttered a shrill squeal as she humped her hips and 
impaled her pussy on his mushroomy cockhead. 

"Aaahhhhhh, yes, yyyeessss!" she sobbed, pressing her weight against his 
prick. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy!" 

He jerked his hips and plowed more of his huge prick into the wet tunnel of 
her fuckhole. Her tight, spasming cunt channel stretched to accommodate his 
massive, invading cockmeat, and the blonde shrieked as the pleasure consumed 
her. Her big tits heaved between the spread folds of her shirt, her fat 
nipples jutting into lewd arrows. 

Then, with another jerk of his hips, he drove all of his cock up into her 
sucking, hungry pussyhole. At the same time, he whipped his hands around to 
cup her ass. He lifted her effortlessly, nailing her with his prick and. 
squeezing his hands into her naked asscheeks. 

She squealed and automatically locked her ankles around his calves as he 
held her aloft, suspended on his prick with her back braced against the 
door. She cried out as he started bouncing her slightly on his cock and 
poking his prick-knob deeper and deeper into her churning depths. 

Her pussy muscles sucked at his cock and her cuntwalls flexed and heaved. 
Her slick nectar drenched the imbedded prickmeat, and she wailed a low, 
hoarse groan as an orgasm rocked through her. Her entire body shuddered and 
quaked, and her pussy clamped around his huge cockshaft. Her heaving 
fuckhole milked at his prick, and his response was immediate and aggressive. 

He grunted as he tightened his grip on her ass. He began slamming his cock 
in and out of her spasming pussy passage, banging her against the door. She 
clung to him, her ankles still locked around his calves and, her hands 
interlocked in back of his powerful neck. 

Hope savored this exquisite fucking. Her body tingled as every pore of her 
flesh oozed with sensation. Her pussy convulsed, sucking his prick, drawing 
him inside even as his fuck thrusts hammered his cockhead into her womb. 

Her eyes glazed with passion as he continued to fuck her. She groaned as he 
pressed his handsome face against her tits and kept fucking her in short, 
jerky strokes. He chewed on her nipples as the sensations engulfed her. His 
huge prick had stretched her pussy to its limit, and Hope was in heaven. 

"Fuck me, Joe!" she cried. "Don't ever stop fucking me! Ooohhh, shit, your 
cock ja so big and hard! Keep fucking me hard and deep!" 

He gulped on her tits with his mouth while slamming his prick in and out of 
her juicy pussy. 

-By now, her hips were slamming against the door, but she didn't notice. Her 
lust was spiraling from the depths of her cunt-core, filtering out to every 
region of her lust-tossed body. She couldn't get enough! 

Then, as his cock leaped inside her clinging pussyhole, he backed away from 
the door, clutching her ass and carrying her with him. He sank to his knees 
in the entry hall and steadied himself on the cool tile floor before easing 
Hope down to sprawl out before him. Her hot pussy held his prick securely 
and firmly as he leaned over her and grinned down on her beautiful face.. 

"You are one sweet cunt, honey," he hissed. "The fuckin' best!" 

He pumped his cock into her pussy, slicing through the pulpy tissues and 
plugging her pussy passage to the limit. The force of his sudden fuck-stroke 
made her gasp as she arched her spine and shoved her cunt up to meet the 
full force of his hammering cock. 

"Ooohhhh, you're fucking me so good!" she sobbed. Her hips lifted more as 
she gave herself to his prick totally. "Sssooo fuckin' good!" 

She lunged forward and almost sat up as she reached behind him to grab his 
ass. She pulled on his taut asscheeks while continuing to hump her pussy 
against his drilling cockmeat. Whimpering and squealing, she thrashed 
against his prick, willing him to pound her pussy that much harder and 
faster. 

As he built the tempo of his fucking, Hope fingered the crack of his ass. 
Her pussy spasmed repeatedly and she yelped as another climax shuddered 
through her. At the same time, her finger found his tight asshole and she 
thrilled to his startled gasp as she rimmed the puckered opening with her 
fingertip. 

She probed and pushed, working her finger deeper into his hot shitter. 
Instantly, she was delighted as her lewd action seemed to cause his fucking 
to gather even more speed and intensity. Soon, she was keeping time, with 
Joe's cock-thrusts with her pumping finger moving in and out of his ass. As 
he fucked her pussy, she finger-fucked his ass. 

He grunted and growled just as his huge cock taped inside her gripping 
fuckhole. His balls tightened against her upturned ass, and she used this 
opportunity to ram her finger to the hilt into his ass-chute. 

Joe howled and arched his back, lifting his head high as his big cock spumed 
and shot thick wads of come straight into her womb. His asshole clamped 
around her imbedded finger at that precise moment, and Hope received the 
added treat of a thunderous orgasm rippling throughout her ravaged cunt 
channel. 

They hunched together, slamming their bodies against each other as they both 
cried out their ecstasy. They kept fucking at each other until the rapture 
gradually faded and slowly floated them down to the sweet savoring of 
echoing climaxes. 

"That was the sweetest cup of sugar I ever borrowed," he said later as their 
breathing regulated and their limbs went limp. 

"Mmmmmm. Feel free to borrow some any time," she purred. "That's what good 
neighbors are for." 

Chapter Ten 

Two weeks later on a Saturday afternoon, Hope was passing time doing some 
long neglected yard work. In truth, she was waiting and wondering what was 
taking Paul so long. He had been gone more than two hours and she was 
getting worried. He had left for the store to get beer and some 
odds-and-ends-a chore that shouldn't have taken more than thirty minutes. 

All sorts of explanations raced through her mind as she pulled weeds in the 
flowerbeds at the back of the house. And most of the thoughts were 
frightening. Still, she kept telling herself that Paul was a good driver, 
level-headed and certainly not inclined to wander off to a bar. She even 
thought perhaps he had a woman stashed somewhere and that would explain his 
long absence. 

But she had to chuckle at that notion. Nat Paul, she told herself. Her 
husband wasn't the type. Oh, he was good-looking enough and had plenty going 
for himself. After all, she had fallen in love with him, hadn't she? She had 
decided against her part time job and all the wild, sexy adventures that 
went with it because she valued her marriage, hadn't she? 

Finally, her concentration totally lost on the yard work, the sexy blonde 
wife went into the house, washed her hands and wondered what she could do 
now to pass the time. She surveyed her sweat-streaked looks in the dressing 
table mirror and decided to take a shower. She was partially undressed when 
she heard Paul come in the house. 

She went running from the bedroom to him. She was naked from the waist up, 
her big tits bouncing provocatively when she met her husband in the kitchen. 

"Hey, this is some welcoming!" Paul said happily, a wolfish grin spreading 
his lips as he braced himself against his wife's embrace. 

"Oh, Paul, I was getting worried," she gasped, squeezing against him. "What 
took so long?" 

"I have a surprise for you," he said mysteriously, winking as he pushed her 
back just enough to gaze appreciatively at her well shaped, enormous tits. 
"I'll tell you later. But, shit, seeing you like this makes me realize I 
should duck out more often. The homecomings are terrific!" 

"Don't get cute, darling," she purred with a smirk. "Besides, now you have 
me curious. Tell me the surprise now." She flashed a coy grin. "If you love 
me, you'll tell me now." 

He shook his head and reached for her. "Later. I got something even better 
to do right now." 

She giggled as he roughly pressed his face against her naked tits. His 
day's-growth of beard scratched the velvety flesh of her tit melons, and 
Hope instantly thrilled to the feeling. 

"Paul baby, let me take a shower first," she cooed, through her girlish 
giggling. "I'm all sweaty. I want to be squeaky clean for you." 

"I want you just like this," he husked, lapping at her succulent nipple with 
his tongue. "I dig the natural smell of you sometimes. It reminds me what a 
bitch-in-heat I have for a wife. Makes me horny." 

"Mmmmm, well, in that case-" she whispered, savoring the tingling pleasure 
of his active tongue on her nipples. 

She groaned deeply and shuddered as her husband licked and nipped at her 
tits. Horny shivers quivered through her body, and the hot, young blonde 
sighed as her arousal soared. She ran her fingers down his back as he bobbed 
his head from one tit to the other, servicing her luscious tits with his 
hungry mouth. 

When he sucked one of her tit-globes fully into his mouth. Hope moaned a 
guttural whine. Her pussy trembled and moistened, and suddenly she was 
anxious to strip off her tight white shorts and let him fuck her. 

Paul moaned as he feasted on his wife's big tits. His hands went to her 
shorts and he eagerly worked to unsnap them. Meanwhile, Hope began to feel 
for his throbbing cock pushing against his pants fly. Gasping, groaning, the 
young couple embraced and caressed each other, using their hands and their 
lips to whip up the arousal surging through them. 

Her nipples jutted like stiff berries as Paul kissed them before stepping 
back and quickly stripping off his shoes and slacks. Hope did the rest as 
she tugged down his shorts and anxiously caressed his bone-stiff prick. 

She sank to her knees and worked her tongue around the bloated sphere of his 
prick-knob. She groaned as she tongued his cockhead, and was thrilled as he 
reached down to cup her tits. He squeezed her firm titflesh as she closed 
her lips over his prickhead. She sucked gently and felt her husband shudder 
as the pleasure raced over him. 

She squeezed her lips tighter around his fuckmeat, then pushed her face, 
forward. Her lips rubbed down the length of his prick, pulling back the skin 
and making her hot mouth fit around his cock just like a tight pussy. 

She didn't stop her maneuver until she had engulfed every inch of his 
cockstalk. Her lips finally touched his bristled cockhair at the base of his 
fuckmeat and waves of erotic excitement swept through her. She loved holding 
his cock inside her mouth. She wiggled her tongue as much as possible, 
tickling the tender, underside of his cockmeat. She was thrilled as her 
horny husband moaned and squirmed on his feet. 

She fondled his balls as she started rocking her head back and forth, 
gliding her lips up and down his stiff cockflesh. She pumped his prick with 
her mouth and gathered up speed as she sucked him off. And all the while, 
Paul grunted and groaned with delight. 

He could no longer just stand there as his lovely wife serviced his prick 
with her hot, wet mouth. He bucked his hips and rammed his cock against her 
throat, fucking into her mouth with increasingly rapid strokes. His plunging 
cock glided between her moist lips, and his hoarse groans sounded deeper and 
deeper as Hope expertly massaged his balls. 

The lusty young blonde wife loved the way her handsome husband fucked her 
mouth. Quickly, he was working himself into a frenzy of fuck-thrusts. His 
pile-driving cock ignited Hope's own passion, and her pussy quivered with 
greater intensity as the seconds passed. 

Then suddenly, as his cock lurched, he surprised her by forcing his prick 
from her mouth. Panting and gasping, Paul winked down at her. His prick, 
glistening with her spit and wobbling lewdly like an attacking snake, jutted 
from his groin with a cockknob bloated to the limit. 

"I'm about to come!" he exclaimed, grinning. 

"Mmmmm, I know," she breathed, licking her lips. "I can't wait to drink your 
load. Give it to me, Paul. I love it!" 

He shook his head. "I've got a better idea," he rasped, moving behind her. 

She glanced over her shoulder, her long, blonde hair flying across her 
lovely face. She grinned. 

"Maybe we should get more comfortable. Come on, darling. I'll race you to 
the bedroom. 

"No," he snapped, grabbing her before she could stand. "I want you right 
here. On the floor. On your hands and knees." 

She gasped and squealed a startled cry as he roughly jerked her shorts and 
panties down below her knees. Then, he pushed her forward so that she was on 
all fours, her lovely ass up in the air and her huge tits dangling down, 
swaying inches above the kitchen floor. 

"Oooohhh, Paul," she crooned, glancing again over her shoulder at him. "What 
are you going to do?" 

He snickered as she felt his hands sliding provocatively over her asscheeks, 
letting his fingers edge along her crack. His caresses sent thrilling chills 
through her body, and her wet, hot pussy convulsed in sweet anticipation. 
Her tits throbbed and ached with fresh desire and horny need. She panted. 

"I'm going to dog-fuck you," he rasped, his fingers digging into her 
assflesh. "Just the way you like it, honey. Nice and deep. Hard and fast. 
I'm going to fuck your sweet little pussy from the rear until you can't take 
it anymore." 

"Ooooohhh, Paul!" she cooed, squirming as she rocked back and forth in a 
gentle sway on her hands and knees. "Oooohhh, baby, you're so good to me." 

Her heart thudded with shameful excitement as she felt her husband's fingers 
skate around her puckered asshole. She rocked backward and brushed against 
his throbbing prick. A new set of tingling sensations rushed through her. 
His spongy, saliva-soaked cockhead nudged her flesh and she trembled with 
raw excitement. 

She shivered as he directed his prick-knob up between her legs from behind. 
She gasped as he poked at her cunt, teasing her hairy, puffy cunt flaps. She 
felt him tremble, caught up in his own desire. And then, without more delay, 
Paul rammed his cockhead forward, drilling it into her pussy passage. He 
jerked his hips and hammered his prick halfway into her clutching fuckhole 
from behind. 

She arched her back automatically and shrieked as his fuck-meat cut into 
her. Because of the backward angle of his penetration, her clit received 
unique friction, and the sensation drove her wild. 

With a grunt and another jerk of his hips, Paul skewered the rest of his 
cockshaft into her pussy. His balls slapped against the backs of her thighs, 
and they both howled out their ecstasy. 

Hope moaned guttural whines as her pussy muscles flexed around the imbedded 
fuck pole. Her creamy cuntwalls spasmed and clutched at her husband's prick, 
massaging it's total length and milking at it. At the same time, the lusty 
young blonde wife thrilled to the erotic pleasure sweeping her. Her 
cock-clogged fuckhole radiated the white-heat of pure sensation until her 
entire body shuddered and quaked from the ecstasy. 

Then Paul slowly withdrew his prick, only to hammer it back into her to the 
hilt. She gasped as his cock hit bottom, but she was eager and prepared. She 
met the, full thrust of his fuck stroke by ramming herself backward at the 
critical moment. Her pussy met his prick and their bodies collided. 

Soon the horny couple developed a furious pace to their dog-style fucking. 
Hope rocked to and fro on her hands and knees, giving as good as she got. 
Impaling her pussy on his rigid cockmeat sent shock waves of pleasure 
through her nerves, making her senses spin in a heady turmoil. Pure lust 
engulfed her, and the sexy blonde felt the rumblings of a thunderous orgasm 
building in the core of her cunthole. 

Her big tits flopped as she rocked in her lewd position. Her wet pussy made 
lewd sounds, as Paul fucked her, and the erotic, passion fires blazed 
throughout her cunt. Additionally, the way Paul was fucking her with 
downward, deep thrusts, caused his prick to slice well into her womb and 
made the sexy blonde howl with each fuck stroke. 

Tremors jarred her, and her cries became guttural wails. The blistering heat 
raging inside her cunt burned through to her asshole just as Paul jabbed a 
finger inside her tight, buttery asschute. And that did it! 

She started to come, her orgasm jolting through her pussy and spinning every 
nerve in her body. She sobbed as the ecstasy overwhelmed her. She toppled 
forward, her arms giving way and she caught herself with her elbows just 
before crashing face-down on the kitchen floor. 

At the same time her hips and ass lifted even higher as she squirmed and 
churned them in instinctive circles. Her shuddering pussy muscles squeezed 
around Paul's prickmeat, the oily grip biting into his cockflesh, securing 
the thick boner in its furnace-like, quaking sleeve. 

Hope yelled and thrashed beneath him as the intensity of her climax 
increased. Her cuntwalls shook violently as her clear, slick nectar gushed 
out, coating his imbedded prick and even soaking his bloated balls. And 
still he hammered his cock in and out of her sputtering pussy from behind. 

He fell forward, laying his chest across her back as he reached under her to 
grasp her tits. He squeezed and caressed her huge, plump tits while 
corkscrewing his cock in and out of her cunthole. 

His fat, engorged prick-knob plugged her womb, and she knew at any second 
his jism would splatter into her cunt cavern. Hissing now in animal-like 
groans and squeals, Hope swished her hips while jerking her ass up and down 
with her pussy clamped tight on his prick. And suddenly he was grunting as 
his cock surged in her depths. 

His thick, pulpy jizz shot into her womb, setting off another spasming 
series of convulsions that vibrated her cunt. Husband and wife yelled as she 
toppled under his weight and they rolled together on the kitchen floor. 

He squeezed her tits as they rolled, their bodies jerking and twitching as 
the sensations nipped at their nerves. Their bodies remained joined, sealed 
and locked by their passion for each other. 

When they finally stopped, they were resting on their sides, his cock still 
planted firmly inside her squeezing pussy and his hands still clutching her 
luscious tits. For Hope it was the most peaceful of embraces, and she 
savored the glorious moments of this special intimacy with her husband. 

And then she remembered the surprise he had mentioned. She twisted slightly, 
squirming against him and letting her cuntal muscles ripple against his 
trapped cock. 

"Now can you tell me about this great surprise?" she asked. 

"It's perfect, baby," he said, his excitement ringing in his husky tone. "I 
met this woman who runs a real estate agency. She thinks I'd be a perfect 
agent, and she's willing to train me for the realtor's test." 

Hope propped herself up on an elbow. "Why did she single you out?" she 
asked, her pulse quickening and an eerie excitement tingling her guts. "Was 
she recruiting every guy in the store?" 

"Cute," he snapped. "No. She and I started talking and I told her about you 
and how you'd just quit a part time job with an agency. She suggested you 
and I work for her agency as a team." He glanced at his wife. "What's 
wrong?" 

"Oh, nothing," Hope said as casually as possible. "What's her name, Paul?" 

"Shit, I've got her card in my shirt pocket," he said. "But I think it's 
Marlene or Marlena Robinson. Something like that. Hey, what's with you? 
You're acting weird. II can't tell if you're laughing or crying." 

"Well, I guess I'm doing a little of both," she said, snuggling back against 
her husband and excited by more than just the squeeze of her moistening 
pussy on his imbedded prick. 


End
