Cheating Bride
by Ron Hollister


FOREWORD 

Sally Henderson was a beautiful housewife enjoying a luxurious suburban 
existence. 

Married to an eminently successful lawyer, who was willing to provide her 
with any luxury that she desired, on the surface one would picture Sally 
Henderson as contented. But beneath the surface resided a restless, 
unsatisfied young woman. 

As a healthy, active female in her middle twenties, Sally sought to receive 
numerous sex pleasures. Her body craved them, and she wanted her busy and 
successful husband to answer the call. 

Much to her developing regret, Sally discovered that her husband Barry was 
tied down so completely to a taxing schedule that he was not able to provide 
her with the kind of dedicated lovemaking for which she yearned. His 
successful law practice entailed his staying at the office often through the 
evening hours. On those occasions he would be tired upon arriving home. 
Also, as a stimulus toward guiding him through busy days and evenings on the 
job, Barry took to drink as well. 

The more he disappointed Sally in bed, the greater the degree of 
apprehension that riddled her. She felt that she had to obtain the proper 
measure of sexual gratification from somewhere. If she could not obtain the 
proper measure of sexual gratification from her husband, she ultimately 
concluded, then she would have to get it elsewhere. 

What makes things even more difficult for Sally Henderson is that, 
throughout her affairs with other men, an abiding love and sympathy remain 
toward husband Barry, which compounds her dilemma. 

-The Publisher 

 CHAPTER ONE 

When Sally Henderson married her husband, Barry, some two years earlier, she 
was convinced that her future happiness was insured. 

She had every reason to believe that things were going to go well. For one 
thing, Barry, at the age of thirty-five, had pushed himself into the ranks 
of a senior partner of a top law firm in downtown Los Angeles. They moved 
into a beautiful suburban household on top of a hill overlooking the San 
Fernando Valley. Her financial worries were at an end. The time that she met 
him, she had been working as a cocktail waitress, constantly worrying about 
how good tips would be on a particular evening, fretting about the long 
hours. All that had changed after she met Barry, but now it appeared that 
the honeymoon was at an end. 

As she lay there stretched out on the bed, totally nude, she reached down 
and began playing with her blonde pussy hairs. As she looked at herself in 
the mirror, she couldn't help but notice just how beautiful she'd made 
herself look for her husband. At the age of twenty-five, she felt as if she 
was in her physical prime. Not only that, but she was a lot hornier than she 
had been at the time that she met him, and even more so than right after she 
had married Barry. 

There was just one drawback where her strong sexual feelings were concerned. 
Barry was working so hard on the job that he just didn't seem to have enough 
in the way of physical prowess left to suit her. On top of that, the 
pressures of the courtroom and negotiating ticklish divorce settlements 
caused him to feel uptight, resulting in heavier drinking than he had ever 
done before. It bothered her to observe the way things were going, and 
tonight she was determined to see to it that things were changed before the 
crisis reached a head. After all, if she could just gradually steer her 
husband Barry back to his old self, when he had wanted to give her plenty of 
sex, then everything would be fine. 

So she had taken a long, leisurely shower. She had allowed the warm water to 
splash against her smooth, velvety skin for quite some time. She had gotten 
out of the shower, then had doused herself with expensive French perfume 
which Barry had bought for her on her last birthday. She sprinkled it all 
over, even inside of her ass. And now she was awaiting his return home. She 
wanted to look as seductive as possible, and that was why she was stretched 
out on the bed, her sleek, trim legs extended. She was trying to arrange it 
so that his first glance upon entering the house would be toward her pussy. 

She looked up at the clock in the corner, observing that it was already past 
six. She had been lying in that same supine position for almost an hour. He 
had called from the office, explaining that he thought he could get away a 
little early that day. He told her how grateful he would be if he could, 
since he was tired out from working diligently all week. She then decided 
that she would surprise him, hoping that he would react with an animalistic 
impulse and, in a surge of passion, provide her with some tingly enthusiasm 
that she needed in order to be a truly satisfied woman. 

When he didn't show up by five thirty, she began to slowly diddle with her 
fingers inside of her nest. She would withdraw her fingers whenever she 
reached the point where she thought she would get carried away. She now was 
ready to engage in heated sex, and it was almost impossible for her to 
restrain herself. 

Her mound was slick and moist from the finger stimulation she had supplied. 
As she lay there, she closed her eyes, imagining the sight of Barry's naked 
body. She envisioned him twisting and turning, moving his legs from side to 
side as he drove his cock with stimulating joy inside of her pussy. She kept 
envisioning him stabbing hard, driving his cock forward, making every 
movement count. 

She opened her eyes, regretful that she had to be reduced to fantasizing 
about sex. She just had to get her husband moving. She had to project him 
back into the state that he had once occupied, but by then had abandoned. 

As she looked up at the clock and observed that it was six o'clock, she went 
back to toying with her mound once more. This time she twisted her buttocks 
slightly, demonstrating an air of impatience. 

"Barry, I wish you'd get home," she sighed petulantly. 

Some five minutes later, she heard the front door open. The sound was 
followed by that of heavy footsteps. 

"Barry, dear, is that you?" her voice sang in its most seductive tone. 

"Yes, it is." 

"I'm in the bedroom, dear." 

She thought she detected a little bit of thickness in his voice. By the time 
she saw him standing before her, she was certain she had been right. He had 
been doing quite a bit of drinking. There he stood, looking down at her, his 
eyes slightly bloodshot. He grinned crookedly. 

"This is some way for a wife to greet her old man," he said. 

"Come on, dear. Jump into bed with me. Let's have ourselves a nice fuck." 

"You're sure blunt about it." 

"Damned right I am. I happen to be horny." 

She moved her hips back and forth gracefully, doing everything that she 
could to tantalize her handsome husband. 

"I'm kind of tired, honey," he said. "Couldn't it wait?" 

"I'm tired of listening to that," she snapped. "That's all I hear, about how 
tired you are. About how you can't give me enough sex. Come on, darling. I'm 
starved for it. At least get down here and lick my box. After you do that, 
your cock will spring up. You'll get excited enough." 

He nodded slowly. Even though he wasn't much in the mood for sex, Barry 
recognized that it would be dangerous to disappoint her again. After all, 
she was a beautiful, appealing young woman, and Barry recognized only too 
clearly that she could have her pick among any one of a number of men 
anytime that she so desired. 

As she reached down and let her fingers slide over her gooey pussy once 
more, he began to undress. The quicker that her fingers maneuvered, the 
greater the urgency that he recognized was present. So he removed his 
clothes, then pulled off his shorts and T-shirt He threw his body down 
inside of the bed. His fingers went to work immediately against her vagina. 
He loved feeling the slipperiness of her mound, and back and forth his 
fingers stroked, making fervent impact with her pussy. 

"My cunt's on fire," she exclaimed. "Come on, my sweet. Just keep your 
fingers moving. You've got to bring me off. You've got to suck my snatch. 
Your tongue is gonna work against my twat. You're gonna press it there until 
all the juices spurt." 

His fingers kept on gliding. He kept moving them back and forth. He removed 
his fingers finally from her pussy. He dropped his tongue downward toward 
her left thigh. He moved it smoothly, allowing it to scrape against her 
thigh. He worked it several times with surges of rapidity against her left 
buttock, after which he then began to manipulate it against her right leg. A 
few seconds later he removed his tongue from her leg. By then he was ready 
to go to work inside of her cunt. 

"Come on, tongue my box," she said as her legs and ass cheeks twitched. 
"This is what I've been wanting from you, honey. Some action. I need some 
beautiful sex. You're gonna give it to me, sweetheart. Your tongue can do 
it." 

Urged on by her encouraging pep talk, Barry decided that it was time for him 
to show a little sexual promise. After all, he had been constantly ready in 
the early stages of their relationship. He just couldn't seem to get enough 
of her beautiful body. And so, there he was, ready to push his tongue inside 
of her mound. He dropped his tongue down between her legs, loving the way 
that she was reacting to him. Her trim, gorgeous body flipped back and 
forth. Her hips undulated with wild enthusiasm as he pressed his tongue 
inside of her mound. He moved his tongue so slowly and smoothly against her 
hot, pink slit. As he moved it ever deeper, probing with great skill, her 
body began to sway more quickly than before. She was getting carried away 
under the stimulating movements that he supplied. His tongue kept on 
pressing inside of her, working back and forth. The quicker that he drilled 
with it, the closer that he moved her toward an ever-inspiring climax. He 
loved the fact that now he was taking charge again. Even though she had had 
to talk him into it, he was finally letting his tongue move, allowing it to 
rip and slide as it pressed against every warm crevice of pussy flesh. 

"Just keep your burning tongue moving," she told him. "Honey, I love it. I 
love the way you're taking care of my flaming box." 

Her body lunged forward a few more times. Her hips began to shake, and soon 
the juices shot from her pussy. As he swallowed every droplet of her juice, 
he removed his tongue from her mound. 

"Do it again," she said, pointing nervously downward toward her twat. I 
really want you to unleash your tongue. Plant it inside my nest, honey. Come 
on, baby doll. I want you to suck my mound. Slide your tongue inside of my 
slit. Baby, oh, bring me off a second time." 

He reached out and gripped her breasts. His fingers moved back and forth, 
grabbing hard at her tits. His tongue went to work once more against her 
nest. He drove it back and forth, running his tongue against her smooth, 
wet, matted pussy hairs. After he had tickled her pubic box, he worked his 
way inside of her pussy. His tongue kept up a thunderous beat, whipping back 
and forth, driving from side to side as he pushed her ever nearer to another 
orgasm. 

"This one's gonna be a quickie, too," she gulped. 

A few seconds later, her whole body danced spryly as the juices shot from 
her mound. He swallowed every drop, after which he removed his tongue from 
her organ. 

"Now I'm gonna fuck you," he smiled. 

"Oh, baby, that's what I want. Plant your cock inside my nest." 

Barry looked down at his cock. He was ashamed of the fact that it still 
wasn't very hard. She decided to provide him with a little stimulation. Her 
fingers began to scrape against his balls. She moved them against his 
testicles for a few strokes, then began to manipulate her fingers up and 
down his long, throbbing phallus. She kept on plunging and pulling, her 
fingers doing everything they could to massage some needed life into his 
prick. 

After she kept up her stirring movements for a few strokes more, she was 
pleased to observe the way that his cock was lengthening. It might have 
taken a little effort, but his cock was now moving to a full state of 
erection. 

She fingered his dick for a few more strokes, then released her grip. She 
smiled, observing just how hard he was, happy that he was now ready to enter 
inside of her box. 

"Baby doll, come on and fuck me," she told him. "Just work your cock inside 
my hot nest. Come on, baby. Glide your prick inside me. Do it like you've 
done scores of times. You're so good at it, baby. You've proven how good you 
could be in the past. So let's do it again. Run your cock inside of my 
mound." 

He pushed his body forward, allowing his pecker to make its first hot stab 
inside of her willing snatch. Her hips began to push and tug, undulating 
back and forth as she heaved a deep sigh. Now she was in a state of wild 
adventure of which she wanted to be a part. She had wanted to receive some 
of those short, jabbing cock stabs that she had received so many times in 
the past. So there she was, in the midst of great sexual desire, receiving 
the swift, jolting cock stabs of her lover as he kept on driving his fleshy 
tool inside of her mound. 

At first he was a little bit sluggish, but once that Barry found the range, 
he began to manipulate his hard, sliding pecker faster than before. He 
reached out and gripped at his wife's breasts. His fingers moved ever so 
shrewdly, maintaining just the right pace. He kept on fingering her breasts, 
manipulating back and forth as he ground his cock ever deeper inside her. A 
few strokes later, she knew, it would be all over. So she wanted to make 
certain that she received every bit of blissful satisfaction that she could 
while the activity was in full swing. 

"Come on, move your hot cock," she sighed. 

"Baby, keep driving it. Slide it hard, slide it fast, push it inside my 
snatch. Grind it real nice." 

A few quick, steaming jolts later, the juices were ready to spurt from the 
end of his long, hard organ. He heaved one last sigh as the droplets of 
thick white cream spilled out of the end of his mammoth rod and into her 
mound. 

"That's the way to do it," she nodded. "I knew you had it in you, honey." 

CHAPTER TWO 

Even though she had been temporarily satisfied that particular evening, the 
next few days were difficult for Sally. Her husband was working late 
practically every evening, and quite often when he would come home, he would 
be drowsy from the alcohol that he had consumed on top of the hard workday. 

One afternoon, as she was finishing a swim, Sally heard the doorbell ring. 
She dried off her body, then sprinted inside of the house. She was wearing 
her sleek bikini, which matched perfectly the color of her hair. 

As she opened the door, she observed the sight of a familiar face. It 
belonged to Peter, the young delivery boy who worked at the liquor store 
down the street. Whenever Barry was entertaining, he would order a good deal 
of liquor from the store. This particular weekend he would be entertaining 
the other members of the law firm, along with a few select clients. 

Peter had his arms full. He held a large box, which contained bourbon, 
Scotch and vodka. 

"Got a match?" she smiled jokingly, letting him inside. 

Peter was in his early twenties, and would have to be considered strikingly 
handsome. He had dark eyes and dark hair. He wore his hair in a mod style, 
long and with long sideburns. He put the box of liquor down on top of the 
kitchen table in the kitchen. 

"Is that all right?" he asked. 

"That's fine, Peter. So how's school coming along?" 

"It's the same old grind," he shrugged. "You sound bored by it all." 

"Believe me, I am. I want to get my degree, get the hell out of school, and 
get on with something else. I'd like to land myself a nice job." 

"Just don't be impatient. You know, you might be eager to work now, but just 
don't wind up in the situation my husband's in." 

"But he's got a good thing going. Just look at this place. He drives a 
late-model Mercedes. I just don't know what you mean." 

"Sure he does, but he's tied down to his work." 

She shook her head disgustedly. At that point, as she stared into Peter's 
eyes, she could see that he was captivated by her. She was happy that she 
was standing before him in her striking gold bikini. He was taking in every 
bit of her sensuous body, and now she figured that the time was ripe for her 
to make a move. 

"You know, Peter, you're looking more handsome all the time," she smiled. 
"Would you like to have a drink with me?" 

"I'm not supposed to drink during hours." 

"But who's gonna tell on you?" 

"That's what I say," he laughed. "All right, I'd be glad to." 

She poured both herself and young Peter a Bloody Mary. As soon as they 
finished their drink, Peter looked at her ever so seductively. All he had to 
do was just stare. She got the point. 

She turned and walked toward the bedroom. 

"Follow me," she said. 

Peter nodded. He looked down at his crotch, observing how the huge bulge was 
prominent in his shorts. He had always thought of Sally as irresistibly 
attractive, but he had always been afraid to make a move. After all, he was 
just a college boy who was picking up a few bucks working for a liquor store 
as delivery man. And she was the beautiful suburban housewife. But a horny 
woman was a horny woman, he recognized, and now he had his chance. 

He walked behind her into the bedroom. She closed the door behind them, then 
stretched out on the bed. He gulped hard as he watched her quickly undo her 
bikini top. She tossed it to the floor, then ever so impatiently reached 
down and slid her bikini bottom down her legs. She'd acquired something of a 
sun tan from spending quite a bit of time in the sunshine the last few days. 
It had been warm, and she had spent quite some time both in the swimming 
pool and lounging beside it. 

As she stretched out on the bed, Peter immediately removed his clothes. She 
liked the swift, confident air with which he undressed. 

"Come to your baby," she smiled. 

As Peter stretched out in the bed next to her, she reached out and threw her 
arms around him. As she did so, he reached out and grabbed her hair. His 
fingers rifled through it speedily, and as they kept making contact with her 
hair, he pushed his tongue inside of her mouth. Back and forth his tongue 
wiggled, darting spiritedly against hers. He kept up his lightning movements 
for a few more strokes, after which he removed his tongue from her mouth. 

She made the next move quickly and decisively. Sally reached out with her 
right hand, allowing her fingers to slide up and down his long, aroused 
pecker. As she toyed with his cock with her right hand, she reached down 
with her left and let it slide against his balls. She then began to devote 
both hands to his hard, ever-so-active cock. She could tell how excited he 
was from every swift finger stroke that she provided. 

Sally released her fingers finally from Peter's cock, then slid them over 
his balls. She tickled his balls ever so delectably, loving each and every 
touch that she supplied. As she kept fingering his testicles, Sally reached 
out and started to tongue the tip of his cock. A few strokes later, she was 
gliding her tongue up and down his hard, long stem. She employed her tongue 
ever so searchingly, seeking to derive every bit of available sensation that 
she could from it. 

"Keep your sweeping tongue moving," he called out. "Come on, dear. Just run 
your tongue against my dick. Baby doll, ahhh, come on, work your tongue over 
my pecker. Just keep sliding it. Baby doll, ahhh, you're so good. Your 
movements are so nice. Just bring me off." 

Peter's whole body was reacting to each and every swift, piercing tongue 
stroke that she sent in his direction. His body kept bouncing on the bed, 
and all the while he gasped and sighed as she kept on sucking him, working 
her tongue up and down the full length of his flaming organ, which was ready 
to spurt hot, thick white juice at any point in time. 

Peter could tell from the way that Sally was pursuing his cock just how 
eager she was to get him off. She made a labor of love out of it, loving 
every stroke as she kept sinking her tongue ever deeper against his 
passionate member. 

A few quick strokes later, the juices were all ready to spray. They were set 
to splash out of the end of his cock. The semen was stored up, ever ready to 
splash. 

"Come on, just keep your tongue rolling," he sighed. "Baby, come on, let it 
move. Suck me off. I like every stroke. Darling, suck it off. Get every drop 
of my joy juice." 

A few speedy, tugging tongue movements later, the thick white streaming 
droplets began to shoot out of the end of his long dick. The juices bolted 
ever so thickly, spilling into her mouth. Peter watched as his gorgeous 
lover let her tongue manipulate back and forth. She swallowed every droplet 
of the hot, searing cum. A few strokes later she removed her tongue from his 
penis. He lay stretched out on the bed. 

"Now it's your turn to come after me," she told him. 

Peter nodded. He was well aware of just what she expected. Now that she had 
brought him off through her careful, tantalizing sucking sensations, she 
would want him to do the same thing to her. She would want him to run his 
tongue inside of her nest ever so thoroughly until every droplet of the hot, 
searing liquid spilled from her juice-ridden mound. 

So he pushed his tongue down between her legs. He moved it back and forth, 
letting it slide sweepingly inside of her pussy. His tongue kept up a busy 
pace, driving back and forth inside of her organ as he moved her that much 
nearer. 

"That's the way to do it," she nodded. "Keep up your tongue action, baby. 
Come on, baby doll. Ahhh, you're doing so much more than my husband does. 
You're really on fire, baby. You want me. That makes me feel so good. Keep 
it going. Come on, keep your tongue working. Plant it inside my nest." 

A few quick, surging and precise movements later, her whole body was dancing 
spryly. She breathed heavier than ever, loving the swift, assertive tongue 
strokes that he kept sending her way as he moved her that much nearer. 

After a few more quick jolts, she juiced inside of his mouth. Peter eagerly 
collected the droplets of hot joy juice. As he finished up, he found himself 
ever so ready to engage her in some more action. He wanted badly to get his 
cock off a second time. 

This time he would gear his efforts toward her pussy. He wanted to let his 
racing cock go to work inside of her mound. He wanted to let it blast hard 
and fast until the drops of liquid had shot. 

Peter reached out and ran his fingers through Sally's hair. He then clutched 
at her face, running his fingers over the velvety skin. The longer that his 
fingers stroked her face, the more he recognized just how badly he had to 
have her again. He had to slam his cock inside of her hole until every drop 
of the thick white jissum had spilled from him. 

He leaned forward. His lips pushed against hers. As their lips collided, he 
reached down and grabbed her breasts. His fingers worked with surging 
impact, probing sharply against her tits. 

His fingers kept up an avalanche of sensation as they moved with sparkling 
zest against her tits. 

The preliminaries had been gotten out of the way, and now Peter could think 
of just one thing, getting his rocks off as soon as possible inside of what 
he was sure would be a tight slit. 

He looked down at Sally's appetizing box, which he had just finished licking 
to climax. He reached down and stroked at her mound, then released his 
fingers. He liked the way that her body was just lying there. She was 
submissive as a woman could be, just begging for him to unleash his thick, 
excited cock inside of her mound. 

CHAPTER THREE 

Peter pushed his hot, fiery tool forward, allowing it to enter inside of 
Sally's snatch. 

As he did so, her whole body rocked back and forth. She was responding to 
every swift, inspiring stroke that he put forward. 

"My cock's spinning like mad," he told her. "I'm gonna keep it moving. I'm 
gonna keep sliding it until I juice." 

She could tell from the way that his body was erupting that he meant 
business. There was no way that Peter was going to be robbed of the fruits 
of climax from running his cock inside of her pussy. 

Sally felt a wonderful glow over all of the sexual attention she was now 
receiving from the handsome young delivery boy. As he kept on flinging his 
cock forward, driving it inside of her snatch, she flipped her hips and 
tightened her ass muscles, seeing to it that he derived as much sensation as 
he possibly could. She wanted to give him the tightest possible target to 
shoot at with his flaming prick. 

"Keep gliding your cock inside my mound," she called out. "Baby doll, you 
really know how to fuck. Just keep your prick moving. Drive it inside my 
snatch. Honey, I really do like that. Come on, baby doll. Give me a nice 
screw. Baby, ohhh, really slam your peter. Come on, sweetheart. Really slam 
it." 

He kept up his swift, probing cock stabs as he worked his sharp dick that 
much closer to orgasm. He could feel those waves of wild sexual anticipation 
in his balls, and that caused Peter to fuck her that much more quickly. 

A few sturdy stabs later, his stem was ready to shoot. He tensed his 
muscles, then heaved a sigh as he watched the steaming white droplets of 
cream descend from his prick. 

"I love it," he gasped. "Damned, baby doll, this is so nice. I love it, 
ahhh, I really love it. My balls are tingling. Damned, they're tingling. 
What sensations." 

As Peter unloaded his cock juices, he reached out and grabbed at her 
breasts. He pulled and tugged, and soon every droplet of satisfying juice 
had been released from his penis. 

After the screw was over, he looked down at his lover and smiled. Peter 
removed his penis from her pussy. As he got up from the bed, Sally felt a 
contentment that she hadn't felt in quite awhile. She recognized that even 
though her sex action with her husband had somewhat lessened her sexual 
anxiety, it had failed to satisfy her in the way that the hot romp with 
Peter had. For one thing, Peter had exhibited so much more vitality. He had 
given her tremendous satisfaction with every stabbing thrust that he had 
planted inside of her pussy. 

When Peter left, Sally lay stretched out on the bed for several minutes. She 
thought about the consequences of what had taken place. It made her feel a 
little funny that she didn't feel the slightest compunction about what she 
had done. She had previously thought that if she had ever cheated on her 
husband Barry, that she would experience guilt. But she didn't feel any 
guilt at all. As a matter-of-fact, she felt a certain sense of satisfaction 
over what she had done. After all, it was just getting something that she 
definitely needed. And now that she had received it, she felt that much 
better about the whole thing. 

She continued to think about Peter and how much fun she'd had with him, up 
until Saturday night, when she served as the hostess of the cocktail party 
that she and Barry threw for members of the firm and a few select clients. 

As the evening wore on, her eyes kept meeting those of young Sam Baldwin, 
the youngest member of her husband's firm. Sam, who was tall and trim, had 
zestful sparkle about him, and to make things even better from her 
standpoint, he wasn't married, nor was he there with a female companion. 

About the time that he looked a little uncomfortable standing in a corner of 
the room by himself, Sally decided to walk over and talk to him. 

"You look a little lonely standing here, Sam," she smiled. 

"I don't know. I guess I'm just daydreaming," he shrugged. 

"You know what I think it is? I think you're one of these people who regards 
these parties in all honesty, as a pain in the ass. Am I right about that, 
Sam?" 

"Look, I wouldn't say that," he shook his head. But his smile gave him away. 

"You don't want to say it because you're in my husband's law firm, and 
because I'm hosting the party. I don't mind hearing you say it. As a 
matter-of-fact, I happen to think a little honesty's good for the world." 

At that point Barry, who was entertaining a whole group of people in one 
corner of the room, burst into loud laughter. He was immersed in story 
telling, and whenever he got drunk enough to enter his exhibitionist stage, 
Sally always made certain to be far removed from him. 

"Why don't we adjourn to another part of the house where it's a little more 
quiet?" Sally suggested. 

"Whatever you say." 

Sally could tell that Sam was a little bit apprehensive about what was 
happening. She could see that his natural instincts were to be attracted to 
her sexually, but that he was doing his best to suppress his basic male 
urges. He was fearful, which was understandable enough to her, about getting 
involved in sex with her. It was her intention at that point to break down 
his fears and get him to the point where he was feeling comfortable. He 
would then be willing to engage in sex with her. 

They walked out into the back yard, staring out at the pool as they sipped 
their drinks. Sally liked the fact that it was quiet there. Not only was it 
quiet, but nobody else was around. That made it even nicer. As the chirping 
sounds of crickets reverberated in the background, she stole a glance at 
young Sam's crotch. She noticed a certain hardness there, and suddenly she 
decided to push further. She reached down with her right hand, allowing her 
fingers to slide over his trousers. She felt the hardness of his cock, and 
as she did, her whole body quivered. 

"Say, you've got a nice erection," she chuckled warmly. 

"Sally, I can't believe you've gotten that bold." 

"A lot of things would surprise you about me. Come with me, darling." , Sam 
gulped hard as Sally led him back into the house. She opened the bedroom 
door, then let him inside. She closed it behind them, locking it. 

"Quick, over here," she said. 

She lit one tiny light, so that they had just the minimum level of light in 
the room. She looked into Sam's eyes. She could see that his whole body was 
trembling and his eyes were a maze of fear. 

"Relax, honey," she whispered smilingly. "Nobody's gonna miss us for the 
next few minutes. And that's really all we need. Just a few minutes." 

She reached out and grabbed his hand, guiding him downward toward the bed. 
Even though Sam was doing his best to fight things mentally, physically he 
couldn't have been succumbing more. He felt the tugging urges of anxiety in 
his cock, and just looking into the eyes of the beautiful blonde creature 
before him was enough to keep him imbued in a state of wild sexual 
anticipation. 

She reached down with her right hand, quickly unzipping his trousers. 

"This has to be a quick bang," she whispered. "We can't keep them waiting 
that long. My husband is zonked now, but if we're gone too long he'll be 
suspicious." 

"Maybe we'd better not do it at all. I mean, it's such a risk." 

"I'm the kind of woman who believes in living dangerously. You know, for all 
too long I played it safe in life. But no longer." 

All the while she kept tugging downward at his zipper. When she finally 
finished unzipping it, she reached inside of his shorts, grabbing his long 
cock. Her fingers swept up and down his long, searing, sexual organ. As her 
fingers stroked up and down the base of his penis, she heard the sounds of 
his heavy gasping. Sally was well aware of just how hot Sam was. She knew it 
would have been torture for him to not engage in sex with her at that point. 
She was doing everything she could to put aside his fears at least 
temporarily so that they could finish the act. 

She kept pumping hard against his cock, then reached down and grabbed his 
balls a few times. Since she knew that time was of the essence, Sally was 
doing her best to supply him with as much sensation in as short a time as 
possible. 

As she kept on working her fingers against his balls, she dropped her head 
down between his legs. With great suddenness and decisiveness of impact, she 
began moving her tongue against the tip of his prick. Back and forth she 
started to tongue the tip of his erect pecker. She moved it ever so swiftly 
a few times, then dropped her tongue downward toward his balls as she 
released her fingers from them. 

"I'm gonna lick these juicy balls," she smiled, talking in a very low tone. 
"You've got beautiful balls, and a beautiful prick. I want to fuck you, 
honey. I want to suck you, honey, too." 

As her tongue began to quickly explore his testicles, his whole body bounced 
up and down as he lay there on the bed, responding to the wild sensations 
that she put forth. Back and forth her tongue worked with great devastation, 
manipulating steadily against his steaming balls. She kept on stroking his 
balls for a few more strokes, after which she released her tongue. She 
decided to concentrate intensely on the base of his long, hot pole. Her 
tongue worked speedily, driving up and down his hot, fleshy tool. 

"You really can suck," he gulped. "Baby doll, I love the way you're tonguing 
me. Honey, oh, I'm glad you're doing it. I'm glad you talked me into it. 
You're irresistible. Your tongue is stroking me so nice. I really can feel 
the itch. Come on, play with my balls. Run your fingers over my balls while 
you're sucking my cock." 

Ever eager to oblige, Sally began to slide her fingers with sparkling zest 
against Sam's balls. Every time that she touched them, his body twitched 
that much more anxiously. She timed her movements to where she was 
coordinating her finger stabs against his balls with the tongue efforts that 
she supplied against his hard cock as her head kept bobbing up and down. She 
was working him ever nearer to the point of stimulating climax, and now he 
could feel the droplets of juice storing up ever so quickly in his balls, 
reaching an ever greater state of desire. 

"I'm gonna unload," he gulped hard. "Baby doll, ohhh, I'm gonna unload." 

A few quick, stirring tongue strokes later, the first few drops of 
passionate liquid began to shoot out of the end of Sam's long, hot stick. 
His legs trembled as he heaved a deep sigh and watched the escaping 
avalanche of semen. 

Sam was thrilled to observe the dedicated manner in which Sally followed 
through with the act. She had worked hard to bring him to that point, and 
now, there she was, attacking every drop of his precious liquid that spilled 
from the end of his thick, fleshy stick. 

Her tongue kept moving back and forth, twisting and turning against her lips 
as she corralled every droplet of the escaping pecker juice. A few strokes 
later it was all over. She released her tongue from his sturdy rod. 

"I guess we'd better get going now," he gulped, slipping his prick back 
inside his trousers and zipping them up quickly. 

"Just a second, honey," she implored. 

She reached out and grabbed his wrists, holding onto them, then stretched 
out on the bed. Sally reached down and unzipped the skirt that she was 
wearing, then dropped it down her legs quickly. She kicked it off with one 
quick movement, then slid her panties down her legs. In order to get the job 
done even faster, she let her gorgeous hips wiggle. As her panties dropped 
to the floor, she extended her trim, lovely legs. She reached down and ran 
her fingers over her blonde snatch several times. 

"Do it to me, suck me," she said. "You can bring me off. It's only gonna 
take a few strokes, honey. Just bear with me. Work your tongue inside my 
mound. Come on, baby, you can do it. It's not gonna take long. Nobody will 
be that suspicious. They'll think we were just having a nice little talk 
somewhere." 

"I don't know. This is awfully risky." 

"You got your kicks, sweetheart. Now I want to get mine. I want to give you 
a chance to suck my pussy. Don't you want to suck my pussy?" 

"Of course I do. It's just that I don't want to get fired from the law firm 
either. It took a while to land a job like this." 

"Don't worry. Just run your tongue inside my slit a few times, baby. I'm so 
hot that I'm gonna juice in no time at all. It's not gonna take long." 

As she lay there on her back, she began to twist her hips. She was reacting 
to her sexual desires. 

Sam soon began to react to her movements. He pushed his tongue down between 
her legs, commencing to let it slide inside of her nest. Back and forth he 
drove his tongue, loving every sliding movement that he projected against 
her hot mound. 

His tongue kept on wildly sliding, driving against every crevice of her warm 
flesh. As he kept up his steady, rotating stabs, she reached out and slid 
her fingers through his hair. 

"That's it, I like a guy who knows how to suck," she said. "You're doing 
such a good job on my pussy, sweetheart. You really are. I love these 
sliding sensations. Come on, baby doll. Just drive your tongue inside me. 
Come on, work it inside my hot pit. What a wonderful feeling. Yes, I'm wild 
about it." 

A few moments later, as her fingers kept sliding through Sam's hair, the 
juices began to bolt from her pussy. Sam braced himself, working his tongue 
back and forth as he swallowed the droplets of juice. He then released his 
tongue from her mound. 

As Sam got up from the bed, he reached into his pocket and immediately 
pulled out his comb. He brushed his hair back into place. 

"Do I look okay now?" he asked worriedly. 

"Of course you do," she smiled, quickly slipping her panties back on, then 
doing the same thing with her skirt. In a matter of moments, Sally was ready 
to leave the room. 

"We both needed this," she said. "Now let's pick up our drinks and return to 
the party." 

About an hour later, as the party was coming to a close, Sally walked Sam to 
the door. 

"Look, give me a call some afternoon next week," she said. "I'd like to 
arrange to meet you at a motel." 

"My god, you're gonna get me fired yet." 

"No, I'm not. You worry too much. It's just that I loved the sex we had, and 
I'm looking forward to doing it again." 

As the last guests left, Barry, who was very much under the influence of all 
the booze he had consumed, looked at his wife and grinned crookedly. 

"Did you have a good time, baby?" he asked Sally. 

"Yes, I enjoyed myself." 

"I noticed you were spending quite a little bit of time talking to Sam." 

Sally looked at Barry and said nothing, wondering just what he was going to 
say next. 

"That's good," he nodded. "You know, he's a very nice young guy. Very 
bright. I'm glad you were making him feel at home. I think he's gonna be a 
real asset to our organization." 

"I certainly hope so, my dear," she said, feeling tremendous relief. 

"You played the role of the hostess extraordinarily well," he smiled. "I've 
got all kinds of admiration for you." 

"Thank you, dear," she smiled at him, realizing that he wouldn't have had 
such admiration had he known what she and Sam had really been doing during 
the time they were together. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Even though Sam was afraid to call Sally and prolong the relationship, he 
none the less did so. He gave her a ring in the middle of Wednesday 
afternoon, informing her that he would be leaving the office in about 
another hour. 

"It looks like Barry is going to be working pretty late," he said. 

"I know, honey. He called me earlier," she giggled. "I was hoping that you 
would call." 

"So where shall I meet you?" 

She gave him the address of a motel just a few blocks away from where she 
lived. He agreed to meet her there later. 

As soon as they got undressed in the privacy of the motel room, they began 
to manipulate their fingers against each other. This time they would be able 
to settle into the lovemaking and prolong it for a little while. On the 
other occasion they had had to act fast. It made Sally feel good to know 
that this time she could extend the fun a little, and thereby she could 
enjoy every aspect of the sex act with young Sam. 

The fingers of her right hand reached out and grabbed his hard dick. Up and 
down she worked her fingers, gliding them against his peter. The quicker 
that she tugged at his stem, the more he enjoyed it. He then reached out 
with his right hand, allowing it to slide over her pussy. Back and forth he 
worked his fingers against her slit. They stepped up their respective paces 
simultaneously, working their fingers back and forth as they enjoyed every 
sparkling, zestful stroke that they exchanged. 

"I like that," she smiled. "Sam, baby, you're really good. And I'm doing 
everything I can to excite you." 

They kept their fingers stroking and pressing against each other for a few 
more minutes. When Sally removed her fingers from Sam's cock, she looked at 
him and exclaimed: "Let's do it sixty-nine style. If there's anything that 
would be exciting right now, it would be exchanging sucks. But let's start 
by sucking ass, then moving on to the sex organs." 

Sam nodded. He was all set to push his tongue inside of his lover's nest. He 
moved his tongue forward, letting it slide back and forth inside of his 
lover's pussy. While he tongued her snatch, Sally reached out and began to 
manipulate her tongue up and down Sam's hard, anxious cock. They timed their 
movements accordingly, making certain that they matched each other stroke 
for stroke. 

Every time that Sally would step up her pace, Sam would make certain to do 
the same. Together they were working their way ever nearer to climax. 

They kept up their sturdy pace, moving their tongues with resplendent ease 
and grace as they worked one another that much nearer to the ultimate moment 
of orgasm. They kept on driving their tongues, sending them back and forth, 
twisting and turning them as they moved each other closer. 

It was Sally who had to juice first. As Sam kept on rifling his hot tongue, 
pushing and pressing it ever deeper inside of her snatch, the juices began 
to shoot from her mound. They splashed from her pussy and into his mouth, 
after which he removed his tongue from her organ. 

She kept up her steady, driving movements against his cock. She kept working 
her tongue, pressing and pushing it, tugging it relentlessly against his 
hard prick as he moved that much closer to a brilliant climax. His whole 
body twisted and squirmed as she kept on sucking him, driving her tongue, 
working it in an avalanche of passion against his hard, erect phallus. 

"Bring it off," he gulped. "Honey, you've got a nice style. I just love the 
way you work your tongue. You work it so nice. Come on, baby. Just plant 
your tongue against my pecker. Work it real nice. Come on, bring me off." 

A few quick, stabbing tongue strokes later, the juices were set to spray 
from the end of his cock. He heaved a deep sigh, then watched as the blazing 
juices started to shoot out of the end of his organ. The peter fluid 
skyrocketed, and as it did, his whole body moved back and forth. He kept 
gasping, sighing loudly, enjoying the fact that he was unleashing his 
droplets of thick white semen. 

"Come on, you're gonna catch every drop," he said. "Baby doll, I'm glad I 
got together with you. 

Even if I am taking a chance, it's worth it. It's worth taking a chance for 
a beautiful woman like you. Honey, keep swallowing the stuff. Yes, swallow 
every drop of it Baby, oh, I love the way you're sucking me. I love the way 
your tongue's working. Come on, ohhh, keep tonguing my dick." 

All the while, as Sally gobbled Up every droplet of shooting cum from Sam's 
cock, her fingers stroked his balls. She loved tantalizing his testicles as 
she attacked the semen, and soon she had swallowed every drop of his thick, 
fiery cream. 

As soon as she removed her tongue from his pecker, she stretched out on the 
bed, extending her legs, then moving them from side to side, doing 
everything she could to tease him into further action. 

"Just look at my pussy," she said. "It turns you on. I know it does." 

"I just finished sucking it. Quite naturally it turns me on." 

"But now I want the cock sensations," she told him. "Come on, honey. Just 
grind your cock inside of my mound. Baby, come on, let yourself go. Plunge 
your dick into me. Sweetheart, really glide your cock inside my mound." 

As her swirling hips danced back and forth, Sam nodded with determination. 
He heaved a deep sigh, then reached down and grabbed her trembling thighs. 
He loved touching them, and as his fingers sank against them, pressing hard 
and firm, he pushed his penis forward. He directed it toward her mound, ever 
so eager to drive his cock forcefully inside of her snatch until each and 
every droplet of the thick white cream had finished spurting from the end of 
his flaming, zealous penis. 

He flung his cock forward, allowing it to make its first penetrating 
entrance inside of her mound. He kept flinging his cock back and forth, 
driving it wildly and sturdily as it made its way inside of her. He kept on 
fucking her hard and fast, determined to steer himself toward as early a 
climax as possible. 

Sam kept up his hard, driving sensations, slamming his cock into her hot 
nest. 

"Keep fucking me," she called out encouragingly. "Baby, I like the way 
you're sending it inside my mound. Sweetheart, oh, what a fuck." 

He reached up and began to slap at her breasts. He let his fingers clench 
hard against her nipples as his cock kept on grinding, sliding back and 
forth ever so forcefully as he ground his dick inside of her nest. All the 
while he was pushing himself that much closer to the stirring point of 
orgasm. He was awaiting the great moment when the hot droplets of thick, 
white cum would spill from the end of his mammoth organ and into her mound. 

"Just a few more strokes, that's all it's gonna take," he gulped. 

He held onto her breasts even more tightly than before. His breathing was 
heavy as he kept steering his cock back and forth, letting it grip against 
her hot mound. A few thrusting stabs later, the semen shot forth, spraying 
from the end of his dick. 

"Here we go," he gulped. "Damned, ohhh, what a fuck." 

As the spurting cock liquids kept shooting forth, Sam pushed his lips 
forward. He let his lips press firmly against hers. All the while the 
spraying droplets of thick white semen kept shooting from the end of his 
organ. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

Even though Sam had been a little nervous before, once that he succeeded in 
receiving some stimulating sex from his lover, he became far more relaxed. 

As a matter-of-fact, Sam was now in a state of wild anticipation. He felt as 
if he needed some more sexual activity as fast as possible. Every time he 
looked down at Sally's beautiful body, it became that much more obvious to 
him as to how much he needed it. He looked down at his hard, throbbing cock, 
then pushed it forward. He allowed it to slip back and forth, manipulating 
against her left breast. 

"Come on, just grind your cock against my breast," she sighed. "That does 
feel good. Honey, I like the way you're massaging my tit. You're doing such 
a very good job of it." 

His cock kept on moving, plunging magnificently against her breast. The more 
rapidly that he put his cock to work against her tit, the louder that she 
purred. Sally was enjoying the zestful strokes that he sent forth with his 
flaming peter. 

Back and forth he kept on moving his cock, grinding and gliding it smoothly 
as he planted it against her breast. He kept on moving his cock against her 
left breast, then suddenly released it. He let it go to work against her hot 
right tit, repeating the same exhilarating movements that he had previously 
brought to bear against her left breast. As his cock kept scraping, grinding 
against her fleshy tit, she could feel the hot waves of excitement gushing 
through her whole body. She enjoyed every stroke that he kept on sending her 
way. The quicker that he ground his cock against her breast, the more 
excitement that they both began to share. 

As for Sam, he was already anticipating the next phase of the action. He 
wanted to grind his hot cock inside of her mouth, to provide her with a wild 
throat fuck until each and every droplet of his thick, white cream was 
inside her mouth. 

"Honey, what a tit fucker you are," she praised his efforts. "Baby, I'm so 
glad I made that pass toward you the other night. I'm so happy about it. 
Sweetheart, you're really good. Come on, baby." 

He finished rotating his cock against her breast, after which he removed it. 
He slid his tool forward, spreading his legs out, extending them on either 
side of her head. She looked up and observed his huge bulging prong, 
recognizing that he was about ready to send his hot staff inside of her 
mouth. 

She opened her mouth wide, and prepared to receive the first hot, jolting 
sensation from his lengthy dick. 

"Here we go, open nice and wide," he smiled. "I'm gonna use my prick like a 
battering ram, honey. I'm gonna ram my tool inside you. I'm gonna fuck the 
hell out of your mouth. I'm gonna send all the spurting cream out of my dick 
and into you." 

His whole body bounced up and down as he rammed his hard, authoritative 
peter inside of her mouth. He kept on gripping and tugging with his dick, 
slamming it into her. 

He gave her a good, solid ride, letting his body bounce up and down as he 
kept on stabbing his dick thunderously into her. His long, steady rod kept 
up its rapid-fire pace as he pushed and shoved it ever deeper into her, 
sliding it all the way to the base of her throat. He kept pushing and 
driving his organ, slamming it that much deeper, pursuing her wildly as he 
moved his cock ever closer to the grand state of climax. 

Sam kept up his hot, driving sensations as he moved his dick ever closer. He 
could feel the waves of itchiness multiplying in his balls, and he knew that 
he would have to unload them very soon. 

As he kept on flinging his cock ever deeper into her mouth, his hot balls 
scraped against her chin. She loved the extra sensation that she received. 
If there was one thing that Sally loved, it was knowing that a hot young man 
was completely dominating her. She was now beginning to get just the kind of 
sensation that she wanted. 

While his hot, assertive cock kept on moving inside of her mouth, he drove 
himself ever nearer. He slammed the base of his dick all the way against her 
throat, and now he was all set to unleash his thick white gushing cream. 

"Here we go," he said. "The stuffs really gonna shoot. Damned, oh, I can 
feel these wild tingles. Do I ever love fucking you. Do I ever love slamming 
my dick inside your mouth." 

A few quick, jolting stabs later, the steaming white semen started to shoot 
out of the end of his organ. It splashed wildly out of his dick and into her 
mouth, and as the cream was unleashed, his whole body trembled. He loved the 
feeling of satisfaction that attended the delivery of the semen into his 
lover's mouth. 

A few seconds later Sam released his peter from her mouth. He felt extra 
good. After all, he was now very much a part of things with his lovely 
Sally. He didn't even feel the fear that had been so much a part of him 
earlier. 

"Honey, I'll bet you could go another round," she said. 

"I probably could. When I'm around somebody like you, I feel I could do just 
about everything." . "That's the kind of encouraging talk that a girl likes 
to hear. Okay, so all I need to do is pump a little life into your cock. 
After I do that, you'll be ready to go all over again." 

"Yes, I will be. All you've got to do is play with my dick for a little 
while." 

"That's what I'm gonna do right now." 

Sally reached out and fondly and confidently applied her fingers to his 
cock. She pulled and tugged at his dick, running her fingers relentlessly up 
and down the full length of his flaming organ. Every time that she touched 
his warm, inflated cock, the waves of enthusiasm began to dominate her. It 
didn't take her long before she was able to pump all the necessary life back 
into his hard dick. 

After she had fingered his cock, she reached down and toyed with his balls. 
She tickled them several times, and every time that she did, she drew a 
swift reaction from Sam. His body would twitch, his legs swaying from side 
to side as she moved her fingers against his balls. She released her fingers 
finally from his testicles, after which he was all set to drive his hard 
dick into her. 

"You know, this time it might be fun to fuck your asshole," he said. 

"It's been such a long time since I've been sodomized," she laughed. "You 
know, there was a time when my husband would do that. Back in his hot days. 
But he hasn't been that way for a long time." 

"I guess he's just been working too hard," she shook her head. 

"Yes, I guess that's it. Anyway, I'd sure like to have you do it to me. I 
wish you'd ass suck me a little bit first, though. Do that and finger fuck 
me. That'll really get me into the mood, my darling." 

"That's fine. I like a girl who knows what she wants." 

"That's me all right." 

"Then we'll get into it right now." 

He pushed his tongue forward, letting it enter inside of her asshole. He 
twisted his tongue back and forth, loving every hot, stabbing sensation that 
he poured into her willing anus. The quicker that his tongue went to work as 
it cut and slashed inside of her asshole, the more promising the idea became 
to fuck her asshole. He liked the fact that Sally was as uninhibited as she 
was. It seemed as if there was no such a thing as an off-limits act for 
Sally, and that thrilled him all the more, the recognition that she was 
ready to do just about anything that he wanted to do to her. 

His tongue kept scraping and slashing, working inside of her anus. He pushed 
his tongue as deeply as he knew how inside of her asshole, grinding it back 
and forth. 

When he released it, he reached out with his right index finger. He shoved 
it into her asshole, driving it back and forth, letting his finger grip her 
anus. 

"Finger my ass," she gulped. "I'm feeling all these wild sensations in my 
asshole. You're doing quite a job with your finger." 

All the while, his long, assertive digit kept on making its way forward, 
pushing sharply as it manipulated inside of her asshole. While he fingered 
her hot asshole, her ass cheeks kept grinding back and forth. He could tell 
from the way that her buttocks were twisting just how good an ass fuck she 
would be. He kept looking at the smooth, ever-so-pliant ass flesh. He 
thought about running his cock against her creamy buttocks. Just maybe he 
could do that first, he thought, before he started to slam his cock inside 
of her asshole. 

He removed his finger from her asshole, then slid his cock forward. He let 
it go to work against her left ass cheek. Ever so convincingly he ground his 
pecker against her skin, making all kinds of firm contact with her buttock. 
His prick twisted and turned as he slammed it against her buttock. He kept 
up his stirring stroke pace for a few more moments against her left ass 
cheek, after which he then moved it over toward her right buttock. His cock 
lashed back and forth, asserting itself quickly as he kept on grinding it 
against her butt. 

When he finally finished up, he looked at her tantalizing ass crack, 
recognizing that it was time for him to move onward. 

"Here it goes," he said. "Just stretch out on your stomach, sweetheart. I'll 
take care of the rest. Just lie nice and flat. I'm gonna fuck your asshole." 

He pushed his hard, nimble penis forward, letting it assert itself inside of 
her asshole. He kept pushing his cock back and forth, working it in a blaze 
of passionate glory as he let his prick pound relentlessly inside of her 
asshole. He kept up his pace, but as he did, he stepped it up dramatically. 
He moved his cock as quickly as he knew how, letting it push and shove deep 
inside of her anus. 

At first she just lay there and gasped. As he kept up his hot, drilling 
pace, however, she began to twist and twitch her buttocks. She put her body 
into motion, bouncing up and down and heaving deep sighs as he kept on 
directing his cock ever so deeply inside of her anus. He enjoyed every hot, 
sweeping, forward stroke that he penetrated inside of her. All the while he 
was moving ever closer to climax. There was no way seemingly that Sam could 
hold back the flood tide of sensation that was desiring to unleash itself in 
the form of a wild, enthusiastic orgasm. 

So he kept peppering away with his hot stick, sending it that much deeper 
inside of her hot anus. Her hips and ass cheeks kept wiggling, responding to 
his every sharp, surging stroke. 

"Keep on fucking me," she sighed. "Come on, darling. Yes, darling, ohhh, 
what a fucker. Damned, oh, my ass. I can feel those wild sensations inside 
it. Come on, honey. Keep up the fucking. Yes, oh, sure, it stings a little, 
but who the hell cares? Who cares when you're getting this kind of a screw?" 

She kept flinging her hips back and forth as he ground his pecker inside 
her. He was now only a few strokes away from reaching that fervent moment of 
climax. As he found himself moving ever nearer, he reached out and began to 
slap at her buttocks. His heart kept pounding in an ever accelerating 
crescendo of wild passion. 

A few quick, timely cock strokes later, the first few drops of thick white 
cream escaped from the end of his cock. That caused him to intensify his 
efforts even more, recognizing that the wild deluge was only beginning. 

"You're some kind of fuck," he told her. "I really like slamming my dick 
inside your asshole. Baby, oh, what a perfect fuck you are. You just can't 
seem to get enough. This is great. Honey, ohhh, you're making me itch all 
over. You're making me feel the wildest type of excitement. Sweetheart, oh, 
what impact. What a fuck. What a wonderful, glorious fuck." 

His hard, sharp cock kept on driving. A few quick, stunning cock stabs 
later, the wild juices began to flow freely. They spilled voluminously out 
of the end of his organ and into her asshole. A few seconds later he removed 
his cock. It was all over. He had enjoyed every second of the act. 

"Oh, baby," he sighed, "you sure know how to move your ass for this kind of 
fucking. I've never had an ass like yours. It was made for ass fucking." 

Sally smiled in satisfaction. She was pleased that she had been able to give 
Sam these sensations. And although she did have somewhat of a sore ass, she 
didn't really mind. It had been so long since she'd had an ass fuck. The 
pleasure of it surpassed any pain she might have felt. 

CHAPTER SIX 

The more sex that Sally received from different men, the more she enjoyed 
it. 

She was finding also, that paradoxically enough, the more action she got 
elsewhere, the nicer the relationship she had with her husband, Barry. 
Before she was frustrated by the fact that she wasn't getting enough in the 
way of sexual attention. But now that other sex outlets were being made 
available through her aggressiveness, she didn't need Barry for that reason. 
At least not to the same extent. She felt very good about her new emerging 
self, and one afternoon as she was finishing watching a movie on television, 
she happened to think back to a man who had tried to force himself on her 
several times. 

She remembered Ray, the television repairman. He was a tough, muscular man 
in his middle thirties, whose nose had been broken and who carried scar 
tissue above both eyes. But strangely enough, what would have been facial 
defects to certain people, actually made Ray appealing. He had a 
good-looking ruggedness about him that made her tingle a little around him, 
even though she wouldn't admit it at the time. When he had come over to 
service the television, he had gotten about as bold as he could under the 
circumstances. At that particular time, Sally wouldn't even have considered 
having sex with another man, so she turned him down cold. 

As she sat there looking at the television set, her thoughts drifted to Ray. 
She reconstructed the conversation in her mind that they had had the last 
time he had been to her house. 

"You know, you're sure a nice-looking gal," she recalled him saying as he 
got behind the television set, grinning as he looked at her. 

"You're here to take care of the television set," she had reminded him. 

"Sure, honey, but what's wrong with a little action on the side? Your 
husband's gone. What harm could it do? Hell, I'm quite a stud. Any woman 
who's ever been under the sheets with me can attest to that." 

"I don't know about that, but I find you very crude," she frowned. "I don't 
like your attitude. You're much too bold to suit me." 

"Come on now," he laughed. 

"I happen to be happily married." 

"So am I," he chuckled. "If anything, a little piece on the side seems to 
hold the marriage together a little better. Hell, it prevents boredom." 

'You're asking the wrong girl," she snapped indignantly. 

"Okay, okay. Can't blame a guy for trying. Particularly around a beautiful 
woman." 

Even though she had acted angry at the time, she recalled how she had stolen 
a quick glance down at his crotch. She had wondered what it would be like to 
be lying under him, receiving his threshing movements as his cock stabbed 
inside her. She did her best to dismiss the thought from her mind. But 
following that point, Ray, feeling as if he had been thoroughly put down, 
concentrated on no more than repairing the television set. He left a few 
minutes later, just after she wrote out a check for his services. Nothing 
more was said and he treated her as if she had been just another customer. 

As the movie came to an end, she kept looking at the television set. She 
scrutinized the picture carefully. Perhaps, she thought, the color needed a 
little adjusting. She sipped the rest of her Martini, then burst into 
laughter. Sure, it needed adjusting she was telling herself. Perhaps the 
picture was a little less than what it should be, but that wasn't the 
reason. That wasn't why she was thinking of contacting Ray. 

She got up from the sofa and turned off the television set. She took several 
steps toward the telephone, dialing Ray's number. He was out on a service 
call, and his answering service took the message. 

A few minutes later the telephone rang. She was told by the girl at the 
answering service that Ray would be able to make the call in another hour, 
provided that would be all right with her. Sally enthusiastically endorsed 
the idea, and hung up. 

Before Ray arrived, Sally was determined to be attired in just the proper 
fashion. She walked into her bedroom, opening up the closet. She was wearing 
slacks and a blouse. She decided first that perhaps she should just leave on 
what she was wearing, but after further sober reflection, she concluded that 
she could turn him on more if she wore nothing other than her dazzling pink 
robe. 

So she removed her blouse and slacks, then her panties and bra. She stepped 
out of her shoes, deciding that she would cavort around barefooted in his 
presence. She took the pink robe off the hanger, then slid into it. As she 
tied the sash in the front, she looked at herself in the mirror. She 
recalled how excited her husband Barry used to get in the early stages of 
their marriage when she would sometimes greet him that way in the afternoon. 
He always knew that she had nothing beneath the robe, and he would run 
toward her and untie the sash, pulling the robe back and observing her naked 
body. She remembered the way that he would lean forward and kiss her 
breasts, then let his eyes drop down toward her hot pubic snatch. 

"That pretty, sparkling, golden jewel," he would smile as he would look down 
at her pussy. "You need some action, baby, and I'm just the guy to give it 
to you." 

She envisioned a beautiful sex scene with Ray, something that perhaps would 
match some of hot early jousts with her husband. Since it was still early 
afternoon, she would have plenty of time to romp with him, just as long as 
his schedule permitted. 

Sally waited pensively, trying to concentrate on a television show, but 
failing in the attempt. She finally turned off the set, then tried to 
concentrate on a magazine. But her concentration just wasn't there. She kept 
thinking about Ray. She thought about him in his tight-fitting T-shirt, his 
rippling biceps showing. But the biceps didn't stay in her mind for long. 
She was thinking about other things. She was thinking about just how 
exciting it would be to reach out and unzip his trousers, then toy with his 
cock. She could already see the look of astonishment on his face as she 
undid the sash of her robe, revealing her beautiful naked body as she had 
done with Barry on so many occasions. 

She waited until she heard the sound of his truck pulling into the driveway. 
She looked out the front window, observing him walking toward the house 
carrying his tool box. 

Sally waited until he rang the doorbell. She didn't want to appear too 
anxious, even though the butterflies were churning in her stomach as she 
thought about how beautiful it would be to be fucked by him. 

She opened the door, letting Ray inside. As he observed her standing there 
barefoot in her robe, a look of astonishment crossed his face. 

"Did I get you up from a nap or something?" he asked. 

"Nothing like that," she smiled, showing her even white teeth. "I just want 
to have a look at the set." 

"What seems to be the trouble?" 

"The picture isn't what I'd like for it to be." 

"Aside from that are there any problems? I mean, any zigzags or anything 
like that?" 

"No, nothing like that." 

"Then let's have a look." 

Ray hardly knew how to respond to Sally. He recalled how thoroughly she had 
scolded him before when he had gotten fresh with her. He was the kind of man 
who generally guessed right when he figured that a woman was available. It 
had stunned him to be rebuffed by Sally, and even though it looked to him as 
if she might have been giving him a come-on, he couldn't know for sure. And 
the one thing he didn't want to do was sustain another embarrassing rebuff 
like the last one. 

He decided to play things cool, to see just how she would respond to him. 

After he got behind the television set, he turned it on, taking a long time 
at it. 

"The picture doesn't look too bad to me," he said. 

"It's not quite as bright as it was before." 

"Hell, I can fix that real easy," he smiled. 

He twisted a few knobs, after which the picture came into much brighter 
focus. He jumped up and observed the set very closely, his hands on his 
hips. 

"How's that?" he turned toward her. 

"Very good. That didn't take long, did it?" 

"There wasn't anything really wrong with it. All I needed to do was just 
adjust a few knobs." 

"What do I owe you?" she asked. She trained her beautiful blue eyes on his 
dark eyes as she walked toward him. 

"Hell, I won't charge you anything. It was so simple to figure out." 

"But after all, you had to drive over here. You were utilizing your time. A 
guy has to make a living, doesn't he?" 

She stopped a scant few inches from him. She kept staring into his face. His 
heart began to pound. It now became obvious to Ray that she had an ulterior 
motive for asking him over. He couldn't get over it. She apparently had 
changed thoroughly from the woman who had put him down the last time he had 
been in her presence. 

"You know, I don't think that you were worried about the picture at all," he 
grinned. "At least not much. I think your thoughts were a lot more basic." 

"Like what?" 

"Like having the right man tickle your pussy in just the right way. I'm 
honored, honey, that you were thinking of me." 

"You can see right through me, can't you?" she winked. 

"In a way, but not like I'm gonna be able to see through you in a second. 
All I've got to do is get that robe out of the way and I'll be staring on as 
a beautiful hunk of woman as I've ever seen." 

His heart pounding more thunderously than ever as Ray stepped forward, she 
could hear the sounds of his heavy breathing, and she was thrilled that he 
was about to remove her robe. She offered not one bit of resistance as he 
undid the sash which held it together. He tugged with both hands, pulling 
her robe back and observing her scintillating, naked body. 

"Wow, you're something else," he said. "You're built even better than I 
figured. Look at those legs. Those tits are something else. Damned, they're 
so firm. I could just sink my fingers into them." 

"Then what's stopping you?" 

"Not one damn thing," he laughed erotically. He reached out with his 
trembling fingers, letting them grab hold of her breasts. He moved his 
fingers back and forth, sliding them spiritedly against her hot tits. Her 
body jerked from side to side as he fingered her tits, enjoying every 
stroke. 

When Ray turned his fingers loose from his lover's breasts, he reached out 
and tugged at her robe, pulling it off of her. As soon as he removed her 
robe, he let it drop to the floor. He reached out and let his fingers caress 
her buttocks. He wanted to touch her hot ass flesh, and as his fingers 
stroked her, he felt the tugging heat in his crotch. He knew that he would 
have to free his cock from his shorts, let it dangle, allow it to go all the 
way. 

As she stood before him, Ray pulled out his T-shirt, tugging at it until he 
slid it over his. head. He tossed it casually on the floor. She observed his 
trim body and his rippling muscles. 

"I'll bet you were some fighter," she smiled. "But I hope you're an even 
better lover." 

"Television repair is only a way of making money," he grinned. "Fucking is 
my life." 

He tore off his belt and trousers, then slid his shorts ever so quickly down 
his legs. As he stepped out of them, he moved his hairy, naked body toward 
her. It trembled with ever-mounting excitement, and she was thrilled to 
observe the size of his huge erection which dangled between his legs. 

Ray reached out and cupped his fingers around her trim buttocks. He slid his 
fingers up and down her back, loving the sensations attached to touching her 
firm, warm body. As he held onto her buttocks, he pushed his tongue forward, 
letting it make its initial impact inside of her mouth. Back and forth his 
tongue went to work driving with speedy impact as it kept on registering 
against her tongue. She matched his every swift, piercing stride with 
dynamic strokes of her own. Her body tingled to every swift, decisive touch 
that his tongue made. He was overwhelming her. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

A highly aroused Sally looked over at Ray. She began to walk out the den 
toward the huge bathroom down the hall. 

"Follow me," she said smilingly. 

A few moments later they were standing in the bathroom. Sally stood just 
above the sunken tub. 

She inserted the plug inside, then began to draw warm water. 

"If you are gonna do what I think you're gonna do, I'm damned happy," Ray 
grinned, looking down at his long, ever-ready cock. 

"That's exactly what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna draw this tub full of warm 
water, and then I'm gonna let you fuck me. That is, after you soap my body 
down. As a matter-of-fact, I'll be glad to do the same for you, baby." 

"I can hardly wait to shove a bar of soap up your ass," Ray laughed. 

A few moments later the water had been drawn. Ray watched with eagerness as 
Sally slid her beautiful body inside of the tub. She stretched out in the 
tub, letting her legs dangle over the edges. He climbed inside, then picked 
up a bar of soap. He began to slide the soap around her firm, warm tits. 

"I wanted to touch these knobs for so long," he smiled. "I'm glad I'm 
touching them right now. Damned, this feels good. And you don't know just 
how much morale this gives my hard cock." 

"I think I've got a pretty good idea," she laughed. 

He moved the soap briskly for a few more strokes, then pulled it downward 
toward her asshole. Ray then received the thrill that he had mentioned 
earlier. He shoved the soap between her hot buns, sliding it into her anus. 
Back and forth he carefully worked the soap, moving it steadily as he let it 
grind into her asshole. 

"How's that, baby doll?" he asked grinningly. 

"I really love it." 

"I'll just bet." 

The soap kept on moving, plunging ever so sturdily into her asshole. When he 
removed the soap from her anus, he shoved it down her fiery twat. He moved 
the soap briskly over her pussy, letting it rotate back and forth a few 
times. As he released the soap from her vagina, she sank a little lower into 
the tub. She let the warm, refreshing water splash against her body, rinsing 
off the soap. She then reached out and grabbed the soap from him. 

"Now I want to soap your cock," she smiled. "Just spread your legs, honey, 
and lower your body a little. I'm gonna give you some nice treatment." 

Ray lowered his bulky body just as she had requested. Sally slipped the soap 
against his balls, stroking back and forth, watching as the soap suds 
accumulated there. She then moved the soap bar up and down the full length 
of his huge, stiff joint. Ever so tenaciously she kept up the decisive 
movements, allowing the soap to manipulate against his cock. As she removed 
the soap from his hard dick, she then looked at him once more. 

"Turn around," she smiled. "Just turn around and bend over. I want to goose 
you. I want to shove this soap up your asshole just like you did a few 
seconds earlier to me." 

He turned around quickly. As soon as he spread his legs and lowered his 
body, she moved forward with the soap. She plunged it inside of his asshole, 
and as she did, his whole body twisted from side to side. He heaved a loud 
gasp, letting her know just how much he was enjoying her stimulating 
movements. 

"That really is nice," he gulped. "Come on, baby. Shove the soap up my 
asshole. Come on, darling. I just love it. Sweetheart, ahhh, this is such 
nice action." 

She kept it up for a few more strokes, then released the soap. He let out a 
loud chuckle, then dropped down on his buttocks, stretching out in the tub 
next to her. 

"Get up," she encouraged. "Get up and fuck me. I want you to take me, baby. 
Take me in your arms. Give me a nice screw." 

As Sally hugged the edge of the tub, Ray got up quickly. He bent over, then 
reached out and grabbed her legs. He thrust them upward, then pushed his 
hot, bulging tool forward. He directed it toward her pussy. He flung his 
hips back and forth as he moved into the act, driving his cock determinedly 
inside of her nest, letting his hot dick grip her mound. 

"Just keep fucking me," she sighed. "Baby doll, ahhh, come on and grind your 
prick. Drive it inside my mound. Baby doll, ahhh, fuck me. Darling, baby, 
come on and screw me." 

His hot, fiery pecker kept finding the range, driving ever deeper and more 
zealously inside of her nest. The quicker that his cock penetrated inside of 
her, the closer that he could feel himself drawing toward a big explosion. 
He could feel the seething tension in his balls. This was like a dream come 
true for Ray. He had mentally undressed beautiful Sally so many times, 
wondering what it would be like to stick his pecker inside her. 

After he had made his bold move the last time he had visited her house, and 
had been sharply thwarted in the attempt, he had decided to give up. He had 
come to the conclusion that there was no way he could hope to get to first 
base with her. 

But now he was exhilarated to discover that he was more than able to get his 
way. He was driving his hard, steady tool inside her, and each time that he 
fucked her he felt that much more joy over knowing that she would grant him 
access to her beautiful pussy. So his cock kept on moving, sturdily grinding 
back and forth as he twisted and flung it deep inside her mound. He kept 
working himself ever nearer to the grand moment of climax. His cock kept 
driving, working steadily, fucking sharply as he pressed and pushed it deep 
inside of her snatch. 

"Here we go," he gulped. "I'm gonna be juicing, baby. I'm gonna unload my 
hot stuff inside you. I'm just about ready to do it. Darling, oh, the stuffs 
gonna spray out of there. It really is. It's gonna spill. It's gonna spill 
so beautifully." 

His hard cock kept on fervently finding the mark. He blasted hard with it, 
manipulating it as he did everything he could to satisfy himself. A few hot, 
steady stabs later, the juices were about set to spray from the end of his 
tool. So he kept on wielding his dick, stabbing her ever so hard with it, 
letting his penis thunder forward as it kept on making contact with her 
steaming mound. 

The closer that he drew toward orgasm, the faster that she flung her 
buttocks as she anticipated his orgasm. Back and forth she twisted them, and 
now the juices were about set to spray from her mound. It was just a 
question of who would shoot first. 

"Here it goes," she gasped. "Baby, ahhh, the juices. They're shooting. Yes, 
they're spilling from me. Baby, ah, how nice." 

She kept flinging her body forward, her buttocks splashing in the water as 
she unloaded her juices and prepared to receive the hot pecker liquids from 
her lover. He was only a few strokes away from that grand moment. A few 
swift, confident cock stabs later, the juices began to unleash themselves 
from the end of his hard, sturdy dick. 

"Here we go," he sighed. "Baby, ahhh, it's all shooting out of there. This 
feel so good. Sweetheart, oh, darling, baby doll, what a fuck." 

As the juices kept on shooting from his mammoth stick, his whole body shook. 
He watched the steady descent of the thick white cream. A few moments later, 
the act was all over. 

"You sit down in the tub," Sally smiled, jumping up from where she had been 
lying. "I want to suck you off." 

"That's the best offer I've had all day." 

"Come on, dear. I really want to blast with my tongue. I want to drive it up 
and down your hot spear. Sweetheart, oh, I really want to suck you." 

He stretched out in the tub, letting his legs dangle. In order to entice her 
all the more, Ray reached out and ran his fingers over his dick. He liked 
touching his hard, throbbing prong, since he knew it would entice her all 
the more. 

"Come on, suck me off," he sighed. 

She put her tongue to work right away, letting it scrape against his balls. 
She began to work upward from there, driving her tongue vigorously against 
his hot, flaming passion stick. 

His body began to splash eagerly in the tub as she kept up her steady pace, 
allowing her tongue to go to work against his cock. The faster and more 
sharply that she drove her tongue, the quicker that she moved him toward a 
stirring climax. Up and down her tongue kept on performing, driving all 
kinds of wild sensations through his whole body as she concentrated on his 
dick. 

"Come on, you've about got me there," he said. "Just a few more strokes. 
Sweetheart, around you there's no tomorrow. Once you start sucking, that's 
it." 

A few sturdy tugs later, the deluge of cream began to stream from the end of 
his aroused cock. He could feel the waves of itchiness, circulating through 
his whole body as the hot, spicy liquid kept on shooting. 

"Eat every drop of it," he grinned. "Baby, what a suck." 

As she released her tongue from his cock, he got up from the tub. 

"Honey, you've really made my day," he grinned. "I hope we can get together 
again soon." 

"Any time is fine with me. You were right. You said you could really 
dominate me, and you proved it." 

"I'll tell you what. I've got me a little free time tomorrow between one and 
two. I don't have an appointment for then, and I was just figuring on 
goofing off if something doesn't pop up. You know, going to a beer bar and 
sipping the suds. But now I'll hold it open for you. No charge. Ray, the 
friendly TV repairman willing to perform services." 

"That sounds just fine," she told him. "Baby doll, you show up at one. I'm 
looking forward to it." 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

Ray arrived promptly at one the following day. 

"Good afternoon, ma'am," he deadpanned as he entered the house. "I 
understand your TV is still giving you problems." 

"You're something else. Even bringing your tool box in with you." 

"That's just in case you've got any nosy neighbors who might wonder what the 
hell I'm doing here." 

"Very clever, I must say." 

"You're damned right. I know what I'm doing, honey, where sex is concerned 
anyway." 

"Let's go straight to bed." 

"Fine with me. I see you've got your robe on again. I'll bet you've got 
nothing on underneath it." 

"Why don't you pull it off and find out?" 

Ray reached out and undid the sash. As he pulled off her robe, he discovered 
that, just like the day before, Sally was totally naked. He grabbed her by 
the hand and together they walked into the bedroom. 

"This is some kind of layout," he whistled as he observed the huge bed. 

"Certainly is." 

"I'll bet your husband really gives you some good times. Having a wife like 
you, he ought to want to stay busy all the time. 

"Believe it or not, he's not what I hoped for. At one time he was." 

"Maybe it's one of these deals about a guy being too busy. I know the type. 
You know, some of the horniest women I deal with are married to successful 
guys. I come and fix their TV sets and next thing you know they're drooling 
all over the place. Just begging me to fuck them. Quite naturally, in the 
interests of science, I want to satisfy them. After all, I do promise 
service with a smile." 

"I know. You're just doing it to perform professional services," Sally 
laughed as she stretched out in the huge bed. 

"I must admit I get some joy out of it as well," he laughed. 

He removed his clothes, then took off his T-shirt and shorts. He looked down 
at his hot, bulging cock. He reached down with both hands, letting his 
fingers slide with slippery grace against his peter. 

Ray threw himself down on top of the bed, allowing his chest to slip and 
slide against her breasts. As his hairy chest kept making contact with 
Sally's tits, he pushed his tongue forward. He drove it inside of her mouth, 
devouring her with his hungry, sliding tongue impact. He kept on wiggling 
his tongue, moving it back and forth inside her mouth. He finally released 
his tongue from her mouth, after which he was prepared to launch into some 
wild fucking. 

"I'll bet your beautiful box would be fun to suck," he said. 

Ray reached down with his right hand, commencing to slide his fingers inside 
of Sally's nest. All he had to do was touch her clitoris and her whole body 
began to bounce up and down. She loved the way that his fingers were 
approaching her. Back and forth his fingers kept on steadily employing 
themselves, and as they did, her whole body reacted with satisfaction. She 
liked the way that he was pursuing her with his fingers, grinding them back 
and forth as he slid them inside of her nest. 

A few quick, sturdy finger strokes later, he released his fingers from her 
pussy. He decided it was time to slip his tongue down between her legs. He 
reached down and started to toy with her thighs. His fingers worked 
gracefully, moving with unswerving desire. His heart pounded furiously as he 
pushed his tongue down between her thighs and prepared to tongue her pussy. 

"Honey, suck my mound," she swooned. "Baby, I really like the way you're 
treating me. You've got so much in the way of passion stored up. So just 
slide your tongue inside my mound. Really give me a good ride. Come on, baby 
doll. Suck me. Darling, oh, suck my nest." 

His tongue went to work ever so steadily, driving itself forward inside her 
pussy. He enjoyed the swift, stabbing sensations that he asserted. Ever so 
quickly he kept up his sharp, impactful stabs. He drove his tongue back and 
forth, working it inside of her slippery snatch as he pushed her that much 
nearer to the supreme moment that they were both awaiting. 

"Keep tonguing me. Yes, darling. Ahhh, you're all right, baby. I love the 
way you're moving your tongue. Darling, suck me. Come on, baby doll, keep 
moving your tongue." 

As she kept sighing, her hips continued twisting. He worked his tongue back 
and forth as he pushed her ever nearer. A few quick, decisive tongue stabs 
later, the juices started to bolt from her pussy. They sprayed inside of his 
mouth, after which he released his tongue from her snatch. 

"Here we go," he said. "I'm gonna fuck you again." 

He slid his right index finger inside of her asshole. He stabbed with great 
precision, working his finger as deeply as he knew how inside of her anus. A 
few quick, jolting finger movements later, he released his hot digit. He was 
ready by then to move into some wild cock action. 

Ray reached out and grabbed her thighs, shoving them over his shoulders. As 
his heart beat steadily, he moved his cock forward, watching as it made its 
initial penetration inside of her hot ass slit. 

"There we go," he said with an air of celebration. "I've inserted it inside 
you, honey. My cock is really going to work. I'm really fucking your 
asshole. You're gonna keep getting fucked. I'm going to fuck it like hell 
until the juices all shoot from it." 

"Go ahead, baby. Just work your cock inside me. Grind it, darling. Baby, 
ohhh, come on, push your cock. Push your cock into me." 

His hot, steaming instrument kept on savagely driving ever deeper inside her 
anus. The faster and harder that he fucked her, the closer that he found 
himself moving toward the moment of climax. He was fucking her with 
everything that he had, driving his sharp stick so diligently inside her 
asshole. He now was on the verge of orgasm. He knew he couldn't keep up that 
kind of action much longer. A few quick, sharp stabs later, the juices began 
to tumble from the end of his exhilarated tool. They kept on shooting, 
spurting out of the end of his dick and into her asshole. 

He removed his cock from her anus, then reached down and started to finger 
her pussy. The faster he pushed his finger inside of her mound, the greater 
the degree of satisfaction that kept on building within him. He wanted to 
unleash his huge tool, to drive it forward with assertiveness and skill 
until every droplet of his thick, hot white cream had shot from his penis. 

"Here we go," he sighed. "I'm really gonna screw you. I'm gonna screw your 
hot cunt. I'm sure you're ready to be fucked again." 

"I'm always ready to be fucked by you," Sally gulped. "Come on, dear. Just 
fuck me." 

His hard, driving cock once again entered her. This time he plunged it 
inside of her pussy. His cock raced diligently as he kept slamming it, 
driving it inside of her hot nest as he moved himself ever nearer to orgasm. 

"Honey, you're a wild man," she told him. "You're just wild for my kind of 
action. Yes, I'm so happy." 

His hot, stirring peter kept on pushing, driving inside of her mound as he 
worked himself ever closer. A few quick, jolting cock stabs later, the peter 
spray was about set to spurt from the end of his hot dick. So he kept on 
unloading his sexual needs by driving his pecker forward, hurling it ever 
deeper inside of her tight snatch. Her buttocks bounced about passionately 
as she finally heaved a deep sigh. The juices were shooting from her pussy, 
and all the while her lover kept steadily digging ahead, driving his hot, 
vigorous tool inside of her snatch. 

A few quick, effective cock plunges later, the juices were all ready to 
shoot. They began to splash out of the end of his hard, charging dick and 
into her pussy. He kept driving his cock forward, sliding it with rapidity 
until each and every droplet of his hot liquid had finished spilling from 
the end of his rod. 

He then removed his peter from her snatch. 

"Honey, that was really fucking," he laughed broadly. 

As Ray stretched out to relax for a few moments, his lover Sally got up from 
the bed. She walked into the bathroom, then returned with a wash cloth. Ever 
so thoroughly, she washed off his prick. She then dried off his wet pecker 
with the bed sheet. 

"It looks like you're fixing to give me some more action," he nodded 
happily. 

"Yes, I am. I want to suck your cock. I want to plunge my tongue against 
your peter. I'm gonna give you a fantastic screw." 

"That's the only kind your capable of giving me. 

"I'm glad you recognize that." 

"Then cut loose, my sweet Just run your tongue against my pecker. Suck me 
off. Come on, honey. Just drive your tongue against my hot peter. Bring me 
to a beautiful climax." 

She reached down with both hands, grinding her fingers against his balls. As 
she squeezed and clutched at his testicles, Sally began to maneuver her 
tongue up and down the full length of his dick. The faster that she fingered 
his balls, the more quickly that she attacked his prick. 

"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Come on, honey. You can suck me for 
all you're worth. Come on, just suck me off. Drive your grinding tongue. 
Darling, ahhh, come on, slide it. Yes, sweetheart. Slide your tongue. Come 
on, suck me off." 

His body began to shift back and forth nervously as he slid alongside of the 
bed. He kept heaving loud gasps as her tongue forged ahead, driving up and 
down the full length of his steaming, ever-so-eager ramrod. While her tongue 
kept on converging against his dick, she moved her fingers even more briskly 
than before against his balls. They kept on scraping rapidly, and all the 
while his body was shifting with great energy as he got set to explode his 
thick white semen inside of her mouth. 

"Suck it, suck it, suck it off," he grunted. 

Her tongue kept on flinging against his mammoth organ. The faster that she 
licked his dick, the more quickly that her head bobbed as it plunged up and 
down, while she worked him that much nearer to climax. He was all set to 
unload every drop of thick white cream. 

"Suck it, suck it, suck it," he gasped. 

As Ray found himself moving nearer, he reached out with both hands. He slid 
his fingers through her hair, and as they kept on stroking against hers, she 
drove her tongue speedily as she pushed him that much closer. 

A few quick, convincing tongue stabs later, the juices began to make their 
way out of the end of his cock. They splashed wildly, spurting out of his 
hot, eager organ and into her mouth. Like somebody dying of thirst in the 
desert, she attacked his cock with everything she could muster. He watched 
the way that her tongue zestfully slid back and forth as she sought to catch 
every drop. 

"That's the way to do it," Ray nodded. "Baby doll, ohhh, you're really gonna 
get it. Every drop of it. Sweetheart, come on, eat me. Yeah, you're eating 
it. This I like. I like this kind of sensation. Darling, ahhh, honey baby. 
You're really a suck artist. You're really doing it." 

Her body bounced up and down on the bed several times, after which she 
finally succeeded in swallowing every drop of his hot prick juice. She then 
removed her tongue from his organ. As she did this, she stretched out next 
to him on the bed. 

"You know, I'm sorry I ever turned you down," she said. "I should have 
listened to you right from the beginning:." 

"You know, I was making a play right from the word go." 

"I know you were. I thought that it would be wrong to screw behind my 
husband's back. I thought you were being crude to even ask for it." 

"But you don't think that any more." 

"No, I sure don't. As a matter-of-fact, I think that I'm entitled to some 
action. If I can't get that much of it from my husband, then why the hell 
can't I do a little cheating on the side?" 

"You've answered your own question, baby," he winked. 

"Yes, I suppose I have." 

He leaned forward, sliding his fingers through her hair. He then permitted 
his fingers to stroke her smooth, velvety skin on her face. When Ray removed 
his fingers from her face, he looked up at the clock on the wall. 

"I hate to do this, but I've got to be moving on," he said. "There's an old 
battle axe a few miles from here who'll raise the roof if I don't get there 
to fix her TV set. That's all she wants to do. Just sit there and watch the 
tube. She's glued to the damn thing. No wonder it gives out every now and 
then. How much abuse can a television set take?" 

"How much fucking can you do?" 

"I'll tell you something. My batteries last a lot longer," he winked 
laughingly. 

"After having been fucked by you, I really believe that." 

He leaned forward and delivered a parting kiss to her lips. After that, Ray 
left. Sally stretched out on the bed, happy that she had received so much in 
the way of beautiful attention from Ray. Sure, she might have been a 
cheating wife. But at that point, she couldn't have cared less. She was 
receiving all kinds of beautiful sensations from different men. Sensations 
that she had been deprived of for all to long. Yes, she figured, if Barry 
wasn't willing to give her what she needed to survive as a woman, then one 
way or another she would find someone who would fill that void for her. 

As she got up from the bed, she began to resent Barry all the more. After 
all, isn't a husband supposed to keep his wife physically satisfied? Just 
because he was able to provide her with all kinds of luxury and comfort did 
not mean he was meeting the first requirement of a husband. Just maybe, she 
thought, she ought to collect a series of substitute husbands. 

CHAPTER NINE 

It was several days later, and Sally was at a women's health club which she 
frequented. 

She was stretching out in the shallow end of the pool after having swam. Now 
she was set to go into the sauna room. 

As she got set to climb out of the pool, she heard the splashing sound of 
another nude female body hitting the water. As the body swam toward her, she 
took a look and observed that it belonged to her lovely, raven-haired friend 
Marilyn Stone. Marilyn was married to a successful doctor, and several times 
Marilyn had complained to her about the fact that her husband had been too 
busy to supply her with the kind of sexual attention that she needed. Even 
though Sally felt like telling Marilyn that her life was complicated by the 
same problem, she did not do so. Sally hated to say anything about her 
husband's inadequacies. Now, however, she was beginning to open up a little. 
The more that she let herself go, the easier it was for her to talk about 
even the unpleasant subject of her sex life with her husband. 

"How are you doing, Marilyn?" Sally smiled as Marilyn swam over to her. 

"I guess I'm doing all right," she shrugged. "Things aren't going all that 
well with Dave, but you know how those things go." 

"Yes, I do. They're not going all that well with Barry either." 

"You don't say. I never knew you had any complaints with Barry. Of course, I 
guess that's normal. You're never gonna find any situation that's perfect. I 
guess I probably gripe too much. Maybe I'm just too horny for my own good." 

Marilyn was about three years older than Sally. She carried herself with a 
great deal of maturity. She possessed the kind of body and face that would 
turn on any man. Sally always enjoyed talking with her. 

"I was getting ready to go into the sauna," Sally said. 

"That sounds pretty good. You know, I don't feel much like swimming today 
anyway. Maybe I'll join you in the sauna" 

"No time like the present." 

They exited the swimming pool together, then dried their bodies briskly with 
towels. They took the towels with them as they sauntered barefooted and 
totally naked into the sauna room, which they had all to themselves. 

As they sat on benches across from each other, their alert eyes took in each 
other's body. Sally couldn't help but admire the way that Marilyn was put 
together. Whereas Sally kept in shape mainly through swimming, Marilyn 
played a good deal of tennis. But they had attained the same results, that 
of preserving beautiful bodies. As they lay there stretched out, continuing 
to watch each other, they enjoyed the relaxation of the sauna The sweat 
began to pour from their bodies, and as Sally kept on eyeing Marilyn, she 
couldn't help but notice how extraordinarily beautiful she looked. It was as 
if the sweat had brought out another dimension in her. 

She kept on staring at her, recognizing that there was something in the way 
of physical attraction that was manifesting within her toward Marilyn. Sally 
could hardly believe it. But that was definitely the case. Her body was 
alive with excitement, and she wondered just what it would be like to share 
herself with another woman. Even though she recalled a number of occasions 
when women had advanced themselves toward her, Sally had always indignantly 
refused to get involved. She considered herself to be all women, and that to 
her meant there was no room in her life for lesbian action. 

Sally wondered about beautiful Marilyn, and whether she would be inclined 
toward that type of sex. Unless Sally was mistaken, she thought she observed 
a titillating expression on Marilyn's face. At least there appeared to be a 
great deal of curiosity present as her eyes kept on focusing in her 
direction. 

"You know, you look really good," Marilyn said. "As a matter-of-fact, you're 
just a great-looking gal." 

"Thank you very much. You look pretty good yourself." 

"I do all right," Marilyn laughed. "I work at it and I guess that helps me. 
Anyway, I guess I'll take a cold shower, then go home. You know what I 
wish?" 

"What's that?" Sally looked at her with curiosity. 

"I'd like to have you come home with me. We can have a little something to 
drink. Just relax. You know, for some reason or another I felt kind of in 
the dumps today. That's why I came here. And fortunately I met you. We can 
talk. Enjoy ourselves a little. What do you say?" 

"That'll be fine," Sally nodded. "I'll be more than happy to shoot the 
breeze with you over at your place." 

As they left the sauna room, Sally couldn't help but wonder if there might 
be an ulterior motive in Marilyn's suggestion that she accompany her to her 
home. She kept wondering about it as she looked over and observed Marilyn's 
beautiful sweating body as she stood there beneath the water of the cold 
shower. A few moments later they were toweling off their bodies. Sally 
observed Marilyn's well-formed breasts, which were so firm and lovely. She 
then dropped her eyes downward toward her pussy, which looked so appetizing. 
She wondered if she could ever work up the nerve to experiment in sex with 
Marilyn. Or, indeed, if she would ever get the chance. After all, it was up 
to Marilyn to make the determination as to whether she would want to engage 
in that type of action or not. She would make it in concert with Sally. 
Sally kept wondering if, in the final analysis, she would actually want to 
follow through. All she did know was that she felt a certain titillation, 
shock waves of excitement circulating through her pussy as she looked at 
Marilyn. 

They left a few minutes later. Sally followed behind Marilyn's Cadillac in 
her Porsche. They drove out to her place in Sherman Oaks. It was like 
Sally's house in the sense that it was above Ventura Boulevard and in the 
mountains. 

They got out of their cars and proceeded inside the house. Marilyn gestured 
toward the living room sofa. 

"Have a seat and relax," she smiled. "I'll whip up some drinks." 

Marilyn walked over toward the bar in the corner of the room. She mixed some 
Screwdrivers, handing one of the glasses to Sally, then sprawling out next 
to her on the sofa. Marilyn kicked off her shoes, then extended her legs 
across the table that rested in front of the sofa. Sally could observe her 
beautiful, tanned legs, and the longer that she looked at them, the more she 
recognized that she was unmistakably attracted to her. Sally knew only too 
well that if she got the chance she would engage in some sex with this 
beautiful woman. 

As they quickly drank the Screwdrivers, Sally noticed that Marilyn was 
returning her stares. It made her feel a little uncomfortable, so she turned 
her head away. She didn't want her eyes to have to directly confront those 
of Marilyn. 

As Marilyn quickly gulped down the first Screwdriver, she smiled at Sally. 

"I want to have another one," Marilyn said, popping up from the sofa. "I 
take it you'd like a second one, too?" 

"I guess so. That first drink was powerful. You sure put a lot of vodka in 
there. A lot more vodka than orange juice." 

"I don't like to shortchange people in the drinking department," Marilyn 
smiled as she took the empty glass. "After all, I believe in being generous 
with the liquor, not stingy." 

"I can certainly believe that after sampling what you just gave me." 

She quickly poured refills, taking the glasses back to the sofa. Once again 
Marilyn gulped down her drink. As soon as they finished, she moved her body 
slightly closer to Sally's. 

"You know, I'm getting kind of horny," Marilyn told her. "I can see that you 
are, too." 

"How can you tell?" Sally gulped with surprise, a little astonished by her 
friend's boldness. 

"It's very easy. I just look into your face. I can tell these things, dear. 
I can see something else, too. I can see that you would like to do it with 
me." 

Sally's heart began to pound and her arms trembled. She could feel the 
tension rising within her whole body. A tense sweat began to surface on her 
forehead. 

"I don't know what you mean," she gulped quickly, recognizing just how weak 
her response was. 

"Don't play it like you were a little girl," Marilyn laughed. "You're a 
mature woman. So am I. There's no reason why we can't get involved." 

Marilyn reached out at that point with her right hand, beginning to 
circulate her fingers through Sally's hair. It felt good to Sally to have 
her gorgeous blonde hair stroked by Marilyn. She could hear the sounds of 
Marilyn's heavy breathing as Marilyn moved closer toward her. Marilyn's body 
twitched with eagerness as her fingers kept on moving, stroking as they slid 
through her hair. 

"I really like touching your hair," Marilyn sighed. "You've got a beautiful 
body. I can feel your hot breath. You're breathing so damned heavily. I know 
why you are. You're excited. I'm excited. We're both damned excited." 

Marilyn pushed her tongue forward. She allowed it to enter inside of her 
lover's mouth. Back and forth her tongue began to stroke against her 
lover's. The longer that the tongues met, the faster the pace that Marilyn 
asserted. She enjoyed twisting and turning her tongue, allowing it to slide 
with electric impact against that of her lover. 

As tongue kept pressing against tongue, Marilyn stroked Sally's hair even 
faster than before. She enjoyed touching it. She loved the shock waves of 
excitement that kept rippling through her body, and she was well aware of 
the fact that Sally was feeling those same waves of excitement. 

As Marilyn's tongue kept on making rapid-fire strides against Sally's, she 
removed her fingers from Sally's hair. She slid her fingers downward, 
allowing them to manipulate their way inside of Sally's dress. Her fingers 
authoritatively dug ever so deeply, working their way finally inside of 
Sally's bra. Her fingers kept twisting, plunging back and forth as they 
worked against Sally's warm, inflated breasts. She liked the smoothness and 
firmness of Sally's breasts, and the longer that Marilyn sent her fingers 
against them, the greater the degree of excitement that she felt. The 
desires kept on swelling inside her, and as they did, her tongue worked 
against Sally's that much faster and her fingers slid that much more 
smoothly and eagerly against her breasts. 

A few quick strokes later, Marilyn removed her tongue from Sally's mouth and 
her fingers from her breasts. She reached out instinctively, allowing her 
fingers to begin unbuttoning the back of Sally's dress. Sally's body began 
to shake more than ever as Marilyn undid the buttons. 

"I don't believe this," Sally gulped. "What are you doing? You're getting so 
bold. You're taking my dress off." 

"Certainly I am," she smiled. "I'm taking it off because I think that's the 
thing to do. In order for people to get undressed, they've got to remove 
their clothes. That's a simple axiom." 

"I didn't know you were going to carry it that far," Sally said, 
experiencing some sudden fear. 

"What did you think?" Marilyn grinned, chiding her lover affectionately. 
"After coming this far, you can be certain that I'm not going to stop at 
this point. We've got to both get naked, darling. We've both got to enjoy 
ourselves enormously. We're gonna do it, darling. We're gonna have a whale 
of a time. I love your beautiful body. I love it so much." 

She kept on unbuttoning her dress. As she finished doing so, Marilyn reached 
out and grabbed it. She tugged hard, pulling the dress over Sally's head. As 
she removed it, she looked at Sally's gorgeous body. Sally wore only her 
panties and bra, and from the look of enthusiasm on Marilyn's face, it would 
only be a matter of minutes before she was shorn of her underwear. 

"What a body," Marilyn said with admiration. "I really do want to fuck you, 
honey. I'm gonna give you a nice screw." 

"I can't believe how far I'm going now," Sally laughed. "You know, until a 
short time ago I wouldn't have thought of cheating on my husband. So first I 
take on a few men. Now I'm taking on a woman." 

"Of course you are. You're taking on a beautiful woman who happens to 
appreciate what you stand for. I don't usually cheat with men, honey. I 
usually do it with women. Hell, my husband wouldn't probably even care if he 
knew. It might rub his ego the wrong way, but not in the same way it would 
if he found out I was doing it with men. He could take this in time, not 
that I'm planning to confide in him. He could use it on me any time he 
wanted to if I did." 

Marilyn reached out with both hands, undoing her lover's bra straps. She 
pulled off her bra, then reached down and grabbed at her panties. She slid 
her panties down Sally's legs, then off of her altogether. 

"I want to fuck you," Marilyn announced eagerly. "Let's really get into some 
screwing." 

Sally's whole body quivered as Marilyn reached out and tugged at her 
panties. She pulled sharply at them, removing them in a matter of a few 
strokes. She reached out with her right hand and slid her fingers inside of 
her nest. She loved touching Sally's hot mound this way. 

Marilyn removed her fingers from Sally's snatch, then immediately began to 
take off her own dress. She jumped up from the sofa, and as she did, Sally 
watched her closely. Sally got up slowly from the sofa, standing a few feet 
away from Marilyn as she watched her go through the paces of stripping. 
Marilyn was encouraged every time that she looked over at Sally. She liked 
focusing her eyes on Sally's beautiful body. 

"What a body you've got," Marilyn kept repeating. "Am I ever ready to give 
you a screw, honey. A terrific screw." 

As soon as Marilyn stripped off her panties and bra, she stood with her 
hands on her hips, proudly revealing her beautiful form to Sally. Sally's 
eyes were captivated by her gorgeous black pubic mound, and she knew now 
that she would be able to go all the way with Marilyn. 

The harder that Sally's heart pounded, the more aware of that fact she 
became. 

CHAPTER TEN 

The girls were lying nude in bed, staring at each other hungrily. 

Marilyn recognized that, as the more experienced girl of the two, with 
respect to lesbian sex, she would be the logical person to take the 
initiative. She was more than happy to do so. 

As a matter-of-fact, it thrilled her to think that she could serve as an 
instructor to her gorgeous friend. She would be the party to show lovely 
Sally the ropes. 

She reached out with her fingers attacking Sally's breasts with great 
urgency. Back and forth she let her fingers stab. She probed her tits with 
swift, decisive movements. Back and forth she kept up her determined finger 
strides. As she did, she dropped her head down between Sally's legs. Marilyn 
knew that she could project Sally into an even greater state of excitement 
by providing her with double action. As she moved her fingers back and forth 
against Sally's tits, she puckered up her lips and pushed them against 
Sally's pussy. The first time that her lips sank against Sally's already 
titillated cunt, Sally's body erupted in a whirlpool state of excitement. 
Her whole body bounced back and forth as she heaved a deep sigh, receiving 
the hot kiss from her lover. 

"I like that," Sally gulped. "Baby doll, oh, does that ever feel good. When 
you kiss my cunt like that. Darling, ohhh, I can feel the excitement all 
over. What it does to me. Sweetheart, oh, are you ever beautiful when you do 
that. Baby doll, oh, sweetie. You're beautiful." 

As Sally's body bounced up and down on the bed, and as she heaved loud 
gasps, Marilyn was more encouraged than ever. She leaned forward and kissed 
her pussy once more. Marilyn's whole body was quivering with enthusiasm as 
she responded to the kisses that her lover kept sending her way. Several 
more times in rapid succession, Marilyn kissed Sally's pussy. As she removed 
her lips finally from Sally's mound, she also released her fingers from her 
breasts. She dropped her fingers downward toward her ass cheeks. She held 
onto the hot, fleshy globes. The more rapidly that she touched her hot ass 
cheeks, the greater the amount of enthusiasm that reverberated throughout 
Sally's whole body. She loved the swift, forceful finger strokes that 
Marilyn kept providing against her buttocks. 

After Marilyn had spent a few more moments letting her fingers grip against 
Sally's ass cheeks, she reached down and slid her fingers against Sally's 
thighs. She kept stroking them, and as she did she pushed her tongue 
forward. Marilyn's tongue went to work against Sally's left buttock. Up and 
down she kept on stroking, and, alternately, she would push her tongue from 
side to side. She enjoyed the quick, decisive tongue movements that she kept 
on providing for Sally. She kept on stroking, driving her tongue quickly, 
eagerly loving each and every stroke that her tongue brought in Sally's 
direction. 

"Baby doll, I just love this," Sally exclaimed. 

"Honey, ohhh, do you ever know how to stroke me. You're so good, baby. I 
just love it so much. Darling, ohhh, come on, suck me. Keep sucking me." 

Marilyn ran her tongue over Sally's buttock a few more times, after which 
she withdrew it. She then put her tongue to work against Sally's other hot 
ass cheek. Her tongue kept grinding away, working even faster than it had 
against Sally's other ass cheek. The quicker that her tongue continued to 
grind, the greater the waves of enthusiasm that circulated through Sally's 
body. 

"Keep sucking me," Sally sighed. "I just love the stroking. Come on, honey. 
Oh, you're really making me come alive. I was afraid of this in the 
beginning, but I'm not anymore. As a matter-of-fact, I love it. I really do, 
Keep your tongue moving. Come on, move your tongue like a piston. Darling, 
keep it sliding. That's what I need. Slide it." 

After a few more strokes, Marilyn released her tongue from Sally's buttock. 
She then let her tongue forge ahead some more. This time she wanted to let 
it plunge inside of Sally's asshole. So she let it go to work convincingly, 
driving her tongue with great steadiness as it slipped back and forth inside 
of Sally's hot anus. 

"I like that," Sally exclaimed. "Come on, darling. Just drive your tongue 
inside of my asshole. Baby, ohhh, how it itches. It feels so nice. Come on, 
dear. Tongue me. Come on, tongue my asshole. Keep planting your tongue 
inside my hot ass. Darling, oh, what tongue sensations." 

Marilyn's tongue kept on working, pushing back and forth as it slid ever 
deeper inside of Sally's asshole. While Marilyn kept up her short, quick, 
jolting stabs inside of Sally's anus, she was thrilled to observe the way 
that Sally's whole body was spinning under the impact of her swift, 
ever-so-devastating tongue stabs. 

"Can you ever suck ass," Sally complimented her. "I really love the way your 
tongue is working. Come on, honey. Darling, ohhh, tongue my asshole. Tongue 
it real nice." 

While Marilyn kept up her steady pursuit of her lover's anus, she reached 
out with her right hand, ever so slowly and tantalizingly manipulating her 
fingers against Sally's pussy. This was like a dream come true for Marilyn. 
Several times she had thought about what great fun it would be to have sex 
with beautiful Sally. Sally was the best-looking young woman that she knew, 
but the one who seemed unattainable. She never thought that Sally would even 
consider cheating on her own husband with a man, much less participating in 
sex with a woman. Marilyn had considered that to be completely off limits 
for Sally, and it made her feel so good to know that the gorgeous young 
woman was now willing to engage in sex with her. 

As her tongue kept on driving, manipulating back and forth as it shoved 
inside of her anus, she kept on playing with her hot pussy. Back and forth 
her fingers kept driving, stroking eagerly against her snatch. 

The combination of the finger titillation coupled with the tongue strokes 
caused her to feel all kinds of enthusiasm. Sally loved the way that her 
friend was stroking. 

"You're gonna bring me off," Sally sighed. "Baby doll, ohhh, pretty soon 
your tongue is gonna do it." 

Marilyn released her fingers a few strokes later, then got set to plunge her 
tongue forward. She wanted to push it inside of Sally's hot, ever-ready 
mound. She wanted to receive the swift, beautiful sensations from her lover 
until the juices shot. 

Sally's lover removed her tongue from her asshole. Sally's whole body kept 
twitching as she lay there, preparing to receive some swift, jolting stabs 
inside her pussy. 

But before Marilyn would proceed to that point, she still had some other 
activities to pursue. She reached down once again and let her fingers slide 
deeply inside of Sally's cunt Back and forth she carefully glided her 
fingers, loving every hot, stroking sensation that she provided as her 
fingers kept moving, roaming ever so eagerly the surface of Sally's pussy. 

Sally's whole body came unglued with frantic excitement as Marilyn's fingers 
kept on working back and forth. The longer that Marilyn kept on pursuing her 
with her fingers, the greater the degree of zealous excitement that Sally 
felt. Her heart kept on pounding ever so eagerly as the activity continued. 

"You're gonna have to suck my cunt," Sally said. "It's gotten to that point, 
baby. You can only push a horny girl like me so far." 

"That's certainly true," Marilyn laughed. "I'll go to work all right. I'll 
suck your pussy. We're gonna have all kinds of kicks, baby. There's just one 
thing I don't want to do. I don't want to rush things too fast. I want to 
give us sufficient time to really enjoy each other." 

"I suppose you're right about that." 

"Take it from me. I've had plenty of sex with women. But I'll tell you one 
thing. I've never done it with anybody any better looking than you. As a 
matter-of-fact, I don't know if I've ever done it with anybody who looked as 
good." 

"I'm sure you can get many beautiful woman. After all, you're so beautiful 
yourself," Sally said pantingly. 

"Well, there aren't many women around who look as good as you," Marilyn 
grinned. "Sure, there are a lot of real attractive ones, and some beautiful 
ones, but, honey, you're something else." 

"I'm so glad you've got such a high opinion of me. 

"Of course I do, sweetheart. It's the highest. Now I'm gonna just keep my 
fingers moving for a little longer. I want you to be as homey for it as you 
can possibly be." 

"I'm hungry right now." 

"I can see that. I can see by the way that your legs are dancing. That's 
good. That's very nice. Just hang on, honey. It's just gonna be a little 
while longer. I want to just make sure that you're as excited as possible. I 
want you to be right there. Right to the point where you feel you can't take 
any more of it. At that point I'll start sucking you." 

"I'm just about there now," Sally sighed heavily. 

"Hang on, baby. Ohhh, I love running my fingers inside your nest." 

Marilyn looked down at her and smiled. 

As Marilyn kept up her rapid-fire finger pace inside of Sally's hot nest, 
she felt the moisture inside of Sally's snatch. 

"You're getting nice and wet," Marilyn winked. "I'm just about ready to 
start going down on you. I'm gonna really give you a sucking. One that 
you're not ever gonna forget." 

"Baby doll, come on, just let yourself go all the way." 

"That's the only way I fuck. If I'm gonna do it, it's gonna be 
uninhibitedly." 

Marilyn pushed her tongue down between Sally's hot buns. As she fingered her 
still-moist ass cheeks, which she had conscientiously sucked earlier, 
Marilyn pushed her tongue inside of Sally's anus. Back and forth she 
commenced to stroke, driving her fingers with skill and diligence as she let 
herself go. The quicker that she stroked, the more eagerly that her lover 
responded. She liked the swift, vigorous strokes that her lover kept on 
sending inside of her anus. The quicker that Marilyn's tongue went to work 
on Sally's asshole, the more that Sally enjoyed it. 

Sally kept lying back, gasping as Marilyn put her tongue to work. 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Marilyn's tongue kept forging forcefully forward. She kept driving it, 
letting it spin, allowing it to thrust with great magnificence as she worked 
it into the innermost sensitive crevices of Sally's asshole. 

"Come on, Marilyn baby," Sally continued to steadily encourage. "Suck my 
ass. Damned, ohhh, I thought you were gonna go for my cunt next. This feels 
so good. You're so nice. Your tongue works so beautifully in my asshole." 

Marilyn kept whipping her tongue back and forth. She would shove it inside 
of Sally's asshole just so far, then would withdraw it. She kept teasing her 
with her tantalizing tongue strokes, then recognized that she just had to 
get Sally off. 

So Marilyn released her tongue from Sally's asshole. She drove it quickly 
forward, moving it down between Sally's legs. Her tongue began to flick back 
and forth, driving from side to side as Marilyn enjoyed supplying the 
tugging tongue stabs. 

"Baby, the white heat is just surfacing through my whole body," Sally told 
her. "Darling, I can't remember the last time I got this many thrills. Keep 
stabbing my mound." 

Marilyn worked as quickly as she knew how. She was aware of one thing. At 
that stage of the game, Sally could not hope to withstand much more in the 
way of rapid-fire cunt sucking. After all, she was just too far gone. The 
swift, assertive tongue strokes that she had received prior to the ass 
licking had put her in a state of wild enthusiasm. So now there would be no 
escape. She would keep receiving the swift, determined tongue strokes until 
the juices sprayed from her pussy. 

Her buttocks kept weaving back and forth, fluttering in the breeze as 
Marilyn reached out and grabbed at them. Marilyn held on tightly as she 
clutched at Sally's butt. All the while her driving tongue kept up its pace, 
moving back and forth, stabbing crisply as she worked it inside of her 
asshole. 

"Bring me off," Sally exclaimed. "Come on, honey. Just a few more stabbing 
tongue strokes. You've about got me there. You're doing so beautifully. You 
do it so well. You fuck so nicely." 

Marilyn kept sinking her tongue against Sally's gash. A few quick, timely 
strokes later, the juices started to shoot from Sally's mound. They splashed 
from her pussy and into Marilyn's mouth. 

"That's it, ohhh, I'm there," Sally sighed. "Honey, ohhh, suck me. Suck all 
of it out of me. What a suck. What a glorious suck." 

Marilyn eagerly released her tongue from Sally's pussy. She recognized that 
the fun was just beginning. She had brought Sally off for the first time, 
and this would make Sally a lot more relaxed. It would give her a feeling of 
added confidence in the area of female lovemaking. Now she would be willing 
to do a lot more. 

Marilyn grinned mischievously as she slid her legs out. She parted them ever 
so slowly, wanting to give her lover an opportunity to observe everything 
that was happening. Marilyn would guide Sally along step by step, until 
ultimately she would have her just about where she wanted her, in the throes 
of beautiful sex, going all out and enjoying every moment of it. 

Now Marilyn reached down with her left hand. She started to toy with her 
pubic nest, then slid her fingers inside of her snatch. Her hips ground back 
and forth as she played with her pussy. 

"Just look at me," Marilyn smiled. "Don't I look cute, baby?" 

"You look beautiful," Sally replied eagerly. 

"Then let's get ourselves into it, honey. Let's really enjoy it. Let's have 
some beautiful sex together." 

"I'll do anything that you suggest." 

"That's good. I'm glad you're not one of these people who has a lot of 
hangups. That makes it so much more fun, my dear. You know, with some of 
these girls I've made love to, I've had to argue and argue and argue with 
them. You'd think that I wanted to perform surgery on them or something." 

"Of course, in a manner of speaking, I guess you do," Sally chuckled. "But a 
different type of surgery than what you're talking about, anyway." 

"Yes, that's right." 

"So what do you want me to do, honey, for a starter?" 

"I'd like for you to kiss my cunt just like I kissed yours before. I think 
you remember how excited that made you feel." 

"You're not kidding. My whole body came alive. Did I ever enjoy it." 

"Then let's get into that again." 

She dropped her head down between her lover's legs. Sally could feel the 
pulsating waves of excitement accelerating through her whole body. For a 
long time she had been strictly on the receiving end, but now it was her 
turn to go after Marilyn. And Marilyn was giving her a quick instructional 
course on how to provide another woman with all kinds of passion. 

She dropped her head down between Marilyn's legs and immediately kissed her 
pussy. She let her lips sink against Marilyn's wet, inviting nest. She liked 
the way that Marilyn's whole body glided from side to side as she reacted to 
her kiss. 

"Do it again," Marilyn exclaimed. "Come on, baby. Kiss my pussy. Darling, 
Ohhh, come on and kiss it." 

She pushed her lips between her lover's legs again. She kissed her lover's 
hot mound. She kissed it several times in rapid succession, and all the 
while her lover gasped and sighed, loving what Sally was doing to her. 
Marilyn found it highly encouraging that Sally was able to seize the 
initiative that fast. With a lot of young women, even after she'd made love 
to them, some of the hangups remained. They still could not seem to let 
themselves go all the way. But with Sally it was much different, and that 
was what caused Marilyn to thrill to her even that much more. 

"Kiss my cunt a few more time," Marilyn said. "Come on, baby. Just let your 
lips push against my mound. I like that, baby. Yes, I like the way your lips 
are moving." 

A few seconds later, Sally released her lips from Marilyn's hot gash. 

"Do you want me to go down on you now?" Sally asked. 

"No, baby. Get me more excited first. Give me a nice thorough tongue bath. 
For one thing, you can suck my tits. Wouldn't you like to sink your tongue 
against my hot tit flesh?" 

"I sure would. Every time that I touch you, I seem to get that much more 
excited." 

"That's good, Then let's romp, baby. Come on, let's really get it on." 

In order to encourage Sally that much more, Marilyn let her body slide back 
and forth. She heaved loud gasps, loving the whole prospect of what was 
happening. Sally pushed her tongue down against Marilyn's hot left tit. Back 
and forth Sally kept on wielding her tongue, letting it move against 
Marilyn's warm tit. She started out quickly, at which point Marilyn 
cautioned her ever so softly. 

"Slow it down a little, baby," Marilyn said. "Move your tongue nice and 
slow. Yes, doll. I don't want you to move your tongue too fast. Baby, come 
on, move it real smooth. Just slow it up. That's it. Slow it up." 

Sally slowed up her pace, but continued to approach her lover's hot tit. 
Back and forth her tongue kept on driving, making solid impact against her 
breast. She moved from Marilyn's left breast over to her right, repeating 
the same sensations. 

"You're all right, baby," Marilyn gasped. "I like that. As a matter-of-fact, 
you can move your tongue faster now. Come on, let it slide a little more 
quickly, baby. Come on, dear. Move your tongue. Slide it real nice. Come on, 
tongue my tit." 

Marilyn's lover kept working her tongue back and forth, but the longer she 
kept up her swift, piercing tongue strokes, the more rapidly that she 
attacked her. Pretty soon her tongue was driving at top speed, pushing and 
shoving against her hot tit as she enjoyed every sensation that she 
supplied. 

"Come on, work your tongue as quickly as you know how," an aroused Marilyn 
sighed. "Baby doll, I like the way you're tonguing me. Come on, darling. 
Keep your tongue going. Sweetheart, ohhh, tongue my breast." 

She worked her tongue back and forth, gliding and sliding it with everything 
that she had. After a while, she reached down gratuitously with her right 
hand, letting her fingers dig inside of Marilyn's pussy. The quicker that 
she touched Marilyn's pussy, the faster that Marilyn's legs kicked back and 
forth. She was responding to every aroused stroke that her lover asserted. 

"You can suck my asshole now," she gulped. "As a matter-of-fact, that's what 
I need. Get your fingers out of my pussy, honey. If you don't, I'm gonna 
juice right now. So slide your tongue inside my asshole. Darling, ohhh, 
tongue my hot ass. Come on, run your tongue inside my asshole. Give me lots 
of enthusiasm, dear. Come on, stroke me real nice." 

Sally released her tongue from Marilyn's tit. She slid her tongue downward 
ever so quickly, seeking to accommodate Marilyn in every way that she could. 
The more sucking that she put forward, the better that Sally found herself 
liking it. She loved the idea of engaging in some brisk stroking, planting 
her tongue inside of Marilyn's hot anus. 

Marilyn's buttocks twitched as she got set to receive the solid strokes. 
Sally reached out and clutched at Marilyn's hot butt. Her fingers kept 
moving back and forth, stroking beautifully, and as they did she shoved her 
tongue inside of her anal passage. 

"Suck me," Marilyn gulped. "Come on, baby doll, just keep your tongue 
moving. Yes, baby. Darling, ohhh, stroke me. Yes, sweetheart. Just stroke 
me. Plant your tongue. Come on, honey. Yes, keep up the stroking." 

Her tongue kept on sliding with piston-like regularity. Sally's heart beat 
rapidly as she kept shoving her tongue inside of her lover's asshole, 
grinding and stabbing with it with everything that she had, pushing her 
lover into that much greater a state of wild agitation. 

"Let's go," Marilyn finally gulped. "You've got to start sucking my mound 
now. Come on, honey baby. Stroke my pussy. Just let yourself go, lover. Yes, 
my dear. Suck out my mound. Baby doll, ohhh, just let yourself go. Suck me. 
Come on, really suck me." 

Sally nodded. She was all ready to give her lover a thorough treatment. 

"You've had people inside your nest before," Marilyn told her. "You have had 
one woman and loads of men. You're gonna find out now what it's like to dig 
your tongue inside of a hot, moist pussy. You'll have quite an experience, 
baby. Just don't tongue me too fast. Not in the beginning anyway. I'll coach 
you. When I want you to step up the pace, I'll let you know. Fair enough, 
baby?" 

"Certainly," she nodded. "I want to give you plenty of sensations. The kinds 
of sensation you're gonna like. After all, you gave me so much satisfaction. 
The least I can do is turn around and do the same thing for you." 

"I like the way you look at things," Marilyn laughed. "Okay, honey. Then 
let's get ready. Let's really get into it." 

Sally pushed her tongue forward. She let it enter her lover's pussy ever so 
slowly. She wanted to let things develop on a gradual level. Back and forth 
she kept up her sucking, driving her tongue with steadiness as it kept on 
making sharp, superb impact against her mound. 

"Come on. tongue my mound," Marilyn sighed soothingly. "You're doing it just 
right, honey. You're not going too fast. Move your tongue nice and slow. 
Just make sure you don't go too fast. At least not at the start. We're gonna 
let things develop nice and easy." 

Her tongue gradually started to step up the pace. All the while, as Sally 
tongued her, Marilyn's hips kept dancing. Sally could hear the sounds of her 
heavy breathing, and that encouraged her all the more. But still, until her 
lover said otherwise, she was not about to suck her any too quickly. 

"Come on, suck out my snatch," Marilyn finally exclaimed. "Run your tongue 
faster. Come on, dear. Slide it as quickly as you know how. I want you to go 
all the way now. I want you to go all the way with my hot pussy. Grind your 
tongue. Move it real nice, baby. Keep working your tongue." 

Sally sank her tongue inside of her lover's mound. She manipulated it 
skillfully, driving it with steady eagerness, watching as Marilyn's hot ass 
cheeks kept bouncing back and forth. Sally reached down and cupped her 
fingers around Marilyn's buttocks. As she held on firmly to them, her tongue 
kept employing itself rapidly, driving with skillful ease as she pushed her 
lover ever nearer to the point of a brilliant climax. 

"Just keep your tongue moving, keep pushing it," Marilyn sighed impatiently. 
"The juices are gonna come shooting out of me, baby. You're gonna swallow 
them. You're damned right you are. You're gonna love every drop. Sweetheart, 
oh, come on and tongue me. Keep moving your tongue. Grind it inside my 
snatch. Baby, ohhh, grind it real nice." 

A few convincing tongue stabs later, the juices began to bolt from Marilyn's 
pussy. She heaved a long, loud sigh as the juices shot from her snatch. 

"That was so nice," she exclaimed. "I love it, ohhh, do I love that sucking. 
That was beautiful." 

Marilyn was so overjoyed as a result of the thoroughness with which Sally 
had sucked her mound that she wanted some more action immediately. 

She reached out and instinctively ran her fingers back and forth against 
Sally's breasts. She held onto them firmly, her fingers stabbing and 
thrusting at her tits. As she did so, she pushed her tongue inside of 
Sally's mouth as the girls engaged in a brilliant French kiss. 

CHAPTER TWELVE 

When Marilyn removed her tongue from Sally's mouth, she pushed it downward 
toward Sally's breast. She let her tongue scrape several times against 
Sally's nipple, then withdrew it, letting it move over toward Sally's left 
nipple. She repeated the same swift, dancing movements. When she released 
her tongue, she stretched out opposite her lover. 

"I want to sixty-nine with you," she told her abruptly. "Let's exchange hot 
sucks. Let's start with the ass licking, baby, and then when we get so hot 
that we can't take it any more, then we'll start tonguing each other's 
snatch." 

"That sounds like a beautiful idea to me." 

"I was hoping you'd like it. So let's get started, honey. Let's not delay 
for one more second." 

"I agree with you." 

The girls pushed their tongues simultaneously forward. They landed with 
stirring impact. They drove them back and forth, wielding them with great 
steadiness and excitement inside of each other's hot asshole. Their tongues 
kept on grinding, moving sharply, driving inside of each other's asshole as 
they loved each and every stroke that they provided for one another. 

The swifter that their tongues danced, the more excitement that rippled 
through their entire bodies. 

As their tongues kept working in a blaze of energy, their hips kept on 
dancing. They moved back and forth, and all the while they kept on 
stirringly tonguing each other, driving one another into a greater state of 
sexual exhilaration. 

A few timely strokes later, Marilyn removed her tongue from Sally's anus. 

"I can't take any more of that," she said in a husky, aroused tone. "We're 
gonna have to start going down on each other's pussy. Let's get it on, 
sweetheart." 

"We sure will." 

Once more their tongues slid forward. They allowed them to go to work 
skillfully inside of each other's hot nest. Back and forth their tongues 
kept sliding expertly, driving with determination as they stirringly made 
their tongues move inside each other's hot snatch. They kept on stroking and 
sliding, moving their slippery tongues inside of each other. The quicker 
that they made contact, the more eagerly that they drove each other ever 
nearer to the point of climax. A few quick, dancing strokes later, Sally 
could see that she was unable to withstand any more of that kind of 
brilliant pace. The juices began to shoot from her pussy, splashing out of 
it and into her lover's waiting mouth. Marilyn's tongue kept on moving, 
sliding even more quickly than before as she swallowed each and every 
droplet of the pussy fluid. 

As soon as Marilyn finished with the sucking, she released her tongue from 
Sally's mound. She licked her lips contentedly, then let her hips move back 
and forth as she pushed ever nearer to the point of orgasm. 

"Come on, keep your tongue movements going," Marilyn exclaimed. "You're 
gonna bring me off, my sweet. Your tongue can do it. Come on, keep it up. 
Keep up your energetic pace. You're gonna get my stuff. Honey, oh, I'm 
trembling all over. Your tongue is doing it to me. Honey, ohhh, keep up 
those stroking strides." 

A few quick, twisting tongue strokes later, the juices began to shoot from 
Marilyn's pussy. She heaved a loud sigh as she watched the juices escape. A 
few seconds later her lover Sally released her tongue from her mound. 

"What an attentive lover," Marilyn smiled. 

Marilyn got up from the bed. She walked over toward a nearby dresser drawer. 
She opened up the drawer, then began to remove belongings from the front of 
it. 

"What are you doing?" Sally asked. 

"There's something I've stashed away in there that would interest you," 
Marilyn chuckled. "I had to push it pretty far back so that my husband 
wouldn't see it. It's something that would really jar him." 

A few seconds later the mystery was resolved. Sally knew exactly what 
Marilyn was talking about. She observed Marilyn pull out a huge plastic 
dildo, which she immediately strapped to her waist. Even though Sally had 
heard about dildos before, this was the first one that she'd ever seen in 
the flesh. As a matter-of-fact, as Marilyn began to strut around the room, 
she began to assume more of a masculine air. Sally could hardly believe it. 
The transition was so rapid yet so complete. 

"Just look at the hard-on I've got," Marilyn said. 

Sally immediately noticed the change in Marilyn's voice. It attained a state 
of masculinity and crispness as she looked at her. 

"Just take a look at my hard-on," Marilyn said. 

Now Marilyn was reaching down and stroking at the plastic dildo. Back and 
forth her fingers manipulated, sliding smoothly against the full length of 
the plastic phallus. 

"How do you like that?" Marilyn smiled. "I'm gonna fuck you with it, baby. 
I'm gonna drive this dildo inside your pussy. I'm gonna give you a real 
fuck, sweetheart. You're gonna spread your legs, and I'm gonna drive this 
pecker inside your pussy." 

Sally could see that Marilyn had successfully made a personality adjustment. 
She had transformed herself into a restlessly alive male who pantingly 
wanted to get off his rocks. She was all set to enter Sally with the tip of 
the plastic instrument. 

She stretched out on the bed, crawling on her knees as her fingers kept on 
gliding up and down the full length of the makeshift pecker. She breathed 
ever so heavily as she reached down and grabbed at Sally's legs. She 
extended them quickly, then got set to propel the makeshift cock forward 
inside of her lover's snatch. 

"Here we go," she gulped. "I'm gonna give you quite a fuck, honey. I'm gonna 
really drive my prick inside your mound. You're gonna like that, dear. Sure 
enough. You're really gonna love it." 

She moved the cock forward, letting it penetrate inside of her lover's 
mound. Sally reacted in the same way she would have had a man been fucking 
her hot nest. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine that it was the real 
thing, and that she was actually receiving sensations from a human cock. 
Sally could see that Marilyn had managed to extend herself into the act, so 
now it was just a question of Sally doing the same thing. 

As she lay back and gasped, she opened her eyes. Suddenly she recognized she 
had successfully made the transition. All of the sudden all she could think 
about was receiving the hot, jolting sensations from Marilyn. 

"Baby doll, I'm getting close to juicing," Marilyn explained. "Just keep 
throwing your hips back and forth. Yes, my dear. That's the kind of action I 
just love. Baby, ohhh, come on, throw your hips back and forth. I like it, 
yes, this is so much fun. What a fuck. What a hot piece of ass you are. 
You're so tight, my darling. So wonderfully tight." 

A few quick, throbbing cock strokes later, Marilyn's whole body began to 
squirm more quickly than ever. She let out a loud gasp, and at that point 
Sally began to feel the hot, white wetness spilling from the dildo. She 
could hardly believe it. It was just as if actual cum had been spilling out 
of the makeshift phallus. 

"I'm juicing, ahhh, what a feeling," Marilyn exclaimed. "Honey, ohhh, what a 
fuck you are." 

As the juices kept on shooting, Marilyn reached out and slapped at Sally's 
buttocks. She heaved one more deep sigh, then released the plastic cock from 
Sally's mound. She unstrapped it from her waist. 

"I can't figure one thing out," Sally shook her head in bewilderment. 
"What's what, love?" 

"That orgasm. Where the hell did that come from?" 

"Egg whites," Marilyn laughed. "It does it every time. It's just like the 
real thing. You enjoyed it, didn't you?" 

"I really did. You know, when you let yourself go, you can believe just 
about anything." 

"That's right. I think we've established a pretty solid relationship. As a 
matter-of-fact, I want to strap the dildo on you. I want you to fuck my 
cunt. After all, you learned so very quickly when it came to everything 
else. You ought to be able to fuck my mound, baby." 

"I'm sure willing to give it a try," Sally laughed. 

"Of course you are. You're like me. You're a free-spirited girl. You're 
willing to go all the way in sex." 

Marilyn quickly handed the dildo to Sally who strapped it onto her waist. It 
felt strange in the beginning, looking down at a huge erection. Sally 
recognized that she had to psyche herself into it, just as she had earlier 
when she had been on the receiving end. 

"Come on, baby, and fuck my cunt," Marilyn said anxiously. 

Sally watched as Marilyn twisted her hips, getting ready to receive her 
first solid jolt. 

Finally Sally was ready to proceed. She drove the plastic-tipped phallus 
forward, allowing it to make its first entry inside of Marilyn. Marilyn 
heaved a deep gasp, her hips twisting as Sally went to work, grinding the 
hot pecker back and forth inside her. 

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Marilyn asked her lover. 

"Not at all," Sally smiled. "Ohhh, what a hot piece of ass you are." 

Sally soon began to take charge completely, moving the cock back and forth, 
stabbing her lover relentlessly with it. While she kept up her hot, 
assertive cock strides, she reached out with both hands. She allowed her 
fingers to push and plunge against her lover's breast flesh as she kept up 
her dramatic movements. She kept on plunging sharply with the makeshift 
cock, letting it stab and drive ever so relentlessly as she steered it 
inside of her. 

"Oh, baby," Marilyn moaned, "that's what I want. Fuck me with your cock, 
sweetheart. Ram it into my pussy. I can hardly wait for you to do it. Fuck 
me, darling, fuck me." 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Even though Sally had thoroughly enjoyed sex with Marilyn at the time, she 
began to experience fearful misgivings soon after she left Marilyn's house. 

She wondered just how far afield she was moving sexually. After all, just 
because she enjoyed having sex with men, substitute husbands of a sort, did 
not mean that she had to develop a passion for lesbianism. But she kept on 
thinking about how much she enjoyed it at the time, how her body had twisted 
and turned as she had lay there on the bed, loving every aspect of her 
sexual association with Marilyn. 

Sally decided one afternoon that she just had to see Sam Baldwin. She 
recalled how much fun the young lawyer had given her when they'd romped 
together the last time. They had screwed in the motel room, and she could 
still see him before her eyes, his hips steadily grinding as he stabbed his 
cock inside of her mound. He had maintained a steady fucking pace until 
every droplet of his thick, white cream had spurted from the end of his 
erect rod. 

She longed for him again. At first she felt a little bitter over the fact 
that Sam had not called her. After all, she had given him her number and 
begged him to do so. Then she began to think about things more from his 
standpoint. She decided that he had ample reason to be timid and fearful 
about getting involved with her sexually. After all, he was the youngest 
member of the firm of which her husband was a senior partner. The more that 
she thought about it, the more she couldn't help but conclude that she 
really had no reason to be resentful of Sam Baldwin. After all, he was 
justifiably fearful about provoking his boss's wrath. He just couldn't run 
the risk. 

She finally decided that she would take a chance. Do something that under 
other circumstances she wouldn't have considered. She picked up the 
telephone, dialing the number of the law office. Since her voice was readily 
known by everyone at the office, particularly the receptionist, who always 
put her calls through to her husband, Sally placed a handkerchief over the 
telephone. She also thickened her voice, providing a slight tinge of a 
Southern accent as she spoke. 

"Hello there, I'd like to speak to Sam Baldwin," she began. 

"May I tell him who's calling?" 

"My name is Gail. He doesn't know me. I was referred to him by somebody 
else. I'm interested in talking to him about a case." 

"Oh, I see. Hold on a moment, please." 

Sally heaved a sigh of relief. Apparently the receptionist had not been able 
to recognize her voice, for which she was very glad. A few moments later, 
she could sigh once more with relief as she heard Sam's voice. 

"Hello," he began. 

"Sam, it's been so long," Sally said, trying hard not to let all the anxiety 
show through, but failing in the attempt. 

"Is that you, Sally?" 

"That's right." 

"I got all mixed up. Shirley said that somebody named Gail was on the phone. 
Somebody who wanted to talk to me about a case." 

"Of course," she chuckled. "I had to tell her something like that. Did you 
expect me to just come right out and tell her who I was, and that I wanted 
to talk to you? As a matter-of-fact, I had to do a fantastic job of 
disguising my voice." 

"Yeah, I can well imagine that." 

"Sam, I'm dying to see you. I hope I can see you right away. Late this 
afternoon." 

"It sounds like you're awfully eager for sex." 

"I am." 

"I'm as scared as hell to have sex with you," he admitted. "You know, on top 
of that, I feel kind of guilty for doing it." 

"You don't have any reason so." 

"But Barry has always been so damned decent. He's done so much for me. He 
was the one who was mainly responsible for me coming to work here in the 
first place. I understand he put in the strongest recommendation. You know, 
I was up against some pretty tough competition. Barry was the one who really 
swung it. Now I'm fucking his wife on the sly. It does make me feel funny." 

"I can see your point, but I wish you wouldn't let it bother you. You see, 
this is just a means of keeping me satisfied. Unfortunately, Barry isn't. 
Sure, he's a very nice guy, and he takes care of my every material need. He 
gives me everything that a wife could ask for from her husband, except the 
most valuable thing of all. Plenty of that good loving. That's what I need. 
You can give it to me, Sam. How about us meeting in the same little motel 
where we had sex last time? What do you say, darling?" 

There was a long pause at the other end of the line. Sally's heart beat 
relentlessly as she waited for Sam's answer. 

"I guess I could make it over there at three thirty," he said. "But how 
about your husband? What if he comes home before you and you're not there?" 

"It won't matter one bit. I can say that I was out playing bridge with a 
friend of mine. Or having Martinis. It doesn't make any difference. He isn't 
the least bit suspicious. Poor dear. It just doesn't seem to dawn on him 
that if he's not taking care of me, I've got to get good action somewhere 
else." 

"I don't know. I hate to even talk about the subject. I still have this 
feeling when I really think about it that I'm some kind of Judas." 

"Don't let that thought enter into your head for one second. Let's just get 
together, dear. Let's have ourselves a good time. Let's show at that motel 
and have some beautiful sex. The kind of sex that we'll always remember. You 
know, I could never forget the last time." 

"Neither could I," he agreed. 

"Then let's get it on again, sweetheart. We'll have ourselves a wild time of 
it." 

On that upbeat note, Sally hung up the phone. She could hardly wait for the 
rest of the afternoon to pass. She was no longer resentful of young Sam for 
not calling her. She could see why. She didn't even think of herself as 
aggressive for breaking the ice. After all, it was up to her to make the 
move in a case like that, to calm his ruffled feelings so that he wouldn't 
be so fearful. 

At three-thirty sharp, they met at the motel. A few moments later they were 
twisting nakedly in each other's arms, lying on the fresh bed sheets. As 
their bodies churned, threshing against one another, Sam reached out and let 
his chest push against her breasts. He loved the tingly sensations of his 
chest running against her smooth, warm tits. The quicker that his chest made 
contact with her firm breasts, the more eagerly he wanted to tongue her 
mouth. He pushed his tongue forward, allowing it to drive with resplendent 
zeal inside of her mouth. He pushed and plunged his tongue, allowing it to 
make waves against hers. Ever so convincingly he kept up his swift, stabbing 
tongue thrusts. He worked his tongue with accommodating zeal, and as he did, 
he reached out with his dancing fingers. He let them protrude against her 
smooth, warm breast flesh. Back and forth his fingers probed, and the 
quicker that they manipulated against her breasts, the faster that he worked 
his tongue. It kept on spryly darting, dancing with enthusiasm and vigor as 
he kept working it against her tongue. 

A few strokes later, he released his tongue from her mouth. 

"I want to fuck your breasts," Sam gulped. 

Sally was impressed over how eager Sam was. She could see that he had 
refrained from calling her only out of fear, and now that they were 
together, occupying the same bed, all inhibitions had been thrown to the 
winds. He could hardly wait to go all the way, to enjoy every enthusiastic 
phase of the fucking. 

He pushed his cock forward, directing it against her hot left breast. Ever 
so solidly he employed his cock, moving it against her left breast. His dick 
kept on working, sliding vigorously as it made its way back and forth, 
circulating against her breast. He kept up the solid, rapid-fire cock blasts 
for a few more strokes. He finally released his prick from her left breast, 
then let it go to work against her right. He pushed and shoved his cock, 
moving his whole body as he tensed it, enjoying the superb strokes that he 
fondly put forth against her hot breast. 

"Baby doll, keep fucking me," she exclaimed. "Darling, oh, come on and give 
me a good fuck. I just love the way your cock's moving. Keep sliding it 
against my tit. Darling, ohhh, give me a nice fuck. Baby doll, oh, you've 
really got to screw me. Keep fucking me. Honey, oh, what a fuck." 

He moved his hot, blasting cock against her breast for a few more strokes. 
He then released it, after which he was eager to put his tongue to work. 
Before he started to circulate it, however, he reached down with his right 
hand. He commenced to stroke her with his right hand, allowing his fingers 
to slide ever so searingly against her snatch. Ever so gracefully his 
fingers stabbed and darted, moving fluidly against her pussy. He loved every 
stroke that he delivered. His fingers kept on maintaining themselves, 
smoothly maneuvering against her nest. 

Sam decided that it was time to run his tingly tongue against Sally's 
vagina. He could see from the way her hips were swinging back and forth just 
how much she needed that kind of diligent attention. So he threw his tongue 
forward, planting it inside of her pussy. Ever so searingly, he guided his 
tongue, gliding it against her mound. 

"Baby, what tongue movements," she exclaimed. "Come on, honey. You can bring 
me off. Your tongue can do it. What a beautiful tongue. I love the way that 
it collides with my pussy." 

His fingers scurried up and down her legs, then manipulated against her ass 
cheeks. As he kept on clutching, holding on sharply, his tongue continued to 
glide inside of her. The sharper that his tongue approached, the wetter that 
her pussy became. Now it was just a question of time before the juices would 
spurt wildly out of her snatch and into his mouth. 

"Keep it going," she exclaimed. "Come on, grind your tongue inside my mound. 
Move it, honey. Yes, baby. Come on, I want you to bring me off. Keep your 
tongue moving. Plant it inside my pussy." 

A few quick, sturdy tongue strokes later, the juices shot from her snatch. 
Sam immediately braced himself, seeking to go after every droplet of juice 
that shot from her pussy. He released his tongue from her mound, then 
recognized how much he needed to get his cock back into action. He had loved 
the sensations he'd received when he had ground his cock against her breast 
flesh. Now he was setting his sights of her still-hot vagina. 

He let his fingers glide against her wet, matted pussy hairs. He titillated 
her with a few strokes, then released his fingers from her mound. 

"Here I go," he gulped. "I'm gonna drive my cock inside you. I'm gonna plant 
my pecker into your pussy. I'm gonna shoot off my rocks. You're gonna love 
it, honey. You're gonna love every bit of sensation that I give you." 

"Let yourself go," she heaved a loud sigh. "Darling, I love your kind of 
fucking." 

He took a deep breath, then prepared to enter her. His fingers moved up and 
down her smooth, warm skin. He loved touching her thighs, and as he glided 
his fingers back and forth against them, he moved his cock into her 
relentlessly. He tugged and stabbed with his long, searing rifle. He could 
feel the shock waves of enthusiasm vibrating all the way down to his toes. 
He could feel the shock waves particularly in his balls, and every time that 
he directed his bulging cock forward, sliding it ever deeper inside of her 
snatch, he found himself pushing that much nearer to an orgasm. 

His hard, charging cock kept up its fervent pace, circulating back and forth 
as he drove it with great diligence inside of her nest. He pushed and 
stabbed with his cock, working it forward, planting it securely inside of 
her pussy. Her body at that point was manipulating from side to side as she 
responded to the hard, charging strokes that he delivered her way. He kept 
up his fantastic pace, driving his cock inside of her. He was just a few 
strokes removed from a wild orgasm. His cock kept up its rapid-fire efforts. 
His hips kept grinding, sliding back and forth as he asserted himself, 
fucking her with everything he could muster. 

A few quick, captivating strokes later, the juices were about ready to spray 
from his long, hard pole. He fucked her sharply, then could feel the 
titillating waves of energy. It caused him to fuck her even more rapidly. He 
slapped at her buttocks, ever so eager to watch the spilling droplets of 
thick white cream splash from the end of his tool. 

After a few quick, lunging stabs, the droplets of spurting white semen 
started to shoot from the end of his organ. He bounced up and down on the 
bed, heaving loud gasps as he watched the escaping drops of thick juicy 
semen shooting from his penis and splashing inside of her cunt. 

Sally closed her eyes, purring like a kitten as she enjoyed every spurting 
drop of cream that shot from his tool. 

"Keep pouring the stuff into me," she sighed. "Baby, I really love the way 
you fuck. Come on, sweetheart. Just screw me. Keep up your fucking pace. 
Darling, ahhh, you really do know how to screw me." 

A few seconds later, he released his cock from her mound. 

"Baby, I loved that," she smiled. "I want to grab hold of your cock." 

It thrilled Sam to observe the expression on Sally's face. It was that of a 
thoroughly enchanted school girl, who was clearly fascinated by something. 
In this case, the something was his bulging phallus, which hadn't dropped 
one solitary bit from the time that the final drops of thick white liquid 
had shot from it. 

Sally reached out, letting her fingers grab hold of the tip of his cock. She 
circulated her fingers with swift, precise movements, loving every stirring 
sensation that she sent his way. She loved taking charge at that point, and 
as her fingers pressed and pushed, she watched the way that his body 
circulated in response, thereto. 

"You really do know how to jack a guy off," Sam laughed. "It's just that I 
don't want you to bring me off all the way, baby. No way. I want to enjoy 
every bit of the fucking, honey. I want you to glide your tongue against my 
prick. I want you to bring me off, baby doll. Yes, you're gonna suck me off. 
You're gonna do a good job of driving your tongue against my pecker. Baby, 
you're just leading me into that. Isn't that right?" 

"You're right on," she smiled. "Of course, it didn't really take a lot of 
thinking to figure that out, did it?" 

"No, it didn't." 

Her fingers had concentrated on the tip of his long, fiery member for quite 
some time. She then began to concentrate on the full length of his tool, 
employing her fingers sharply as she drove them up and down his sturdy 
member. Back and forth her fingers kept pumping, driving eagerly as she 
asserted her fingers against his hot dick. 

"You're gonna bring me off," he purred, his tone becoming more urgent. 
"Baby, ohhh, you can't jack me for much longer. If you do, the juices are 
just gonna shoot out of me. You sure do know how to excite a guy." 

A few quick finger stabs later, she moved her fingers downward toward his 
balls. She toyed with his testicles, her fingers proceeding sharply and 
quickly against his hot balls. The quicker that she drove her fingers 
against his testicles, the louder that his sighing became. His-breath became 
exceedingly heavy and his heart pounded with great ferocity. She knew that 
she just had to get into the sucking. 

CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

While Sally's fingers kept gliding against Sam's balls, she fastened her 
tongue on the tip of his dick. She moved back and forth, then began to 
assert her tongue up and down the full length of his hot, throbbing dick. 

"That's the way to do it," he sighed. "Baby, come on, suck me. Suck me off." 

While Sally's tongue kept on steadily making contact with Sam's peter, she 
reached down and toyed with his balls. Her fingers kept on working, sliding 
back and forth against his testicles. All the while she kept tonguing his 
cock, letting her tongue move, allowing it to surge against his steaming 
phallus as he moved that much nearer to the point of a great climax. 

"You're really sucking me now," he said. "We're in the home stretch, 
sweetheart. Come on, just keep it moving." 

He watched the way that her tongue frantically moved up and down his pole. 
He observed the way that her hair danced in the breeze as she pumped her 
head quickly, moving it up and down, driving it with as much rapidity as she 
could. She always made certain, however, that she didn't push her tongue up 
and down too fast. After all, she wanted to see to it that she enjoyed each 
and every stroke. She wanted to make certain that she sucked every droplet 
of thick white cream from the end of his cock, and that he experienced every 
sensation up to that point in time. So she slowed up the pace of her sucking 
movements. She did not want to employ her tongue too fast. She wanted to 
enjoy the action and, in addition, did not want her lover to burst his hot 
white juices prematurely. 

A few quick, driving tongue strokes later the first few droplets of cream 
commenced to shoot from the end of his pole. It kept on splashing, shooting 
voluminously out of his peter and into her mouth. 

"Come on, suck it off," he gulped. "Honey, you're really some kind of suck. 
Baby, I just love this. Darling, suck all the juice out of me. Sweetheart, 
baby doll, ohhh, blast your tongue. Come on, baby. Blast it real nice." 

She finished swallowing the last few drops of his juice, then removed her 
tongue. Sally felt a little more contented now. At the start of the action, 
all she felt was an overwhelming hunger. She was pleased over the way that 
she had attacked her lover, and also by the manner in which he had pursued 
her. 

Sam once more felt like taking the initiative. He threw his arms around his 
beautiful lover, then kissed her lips several times. 

The last few kisses, Sam made certain that he let his lips cling sharply to 
hers. Their lips made great impact. When he released his lips, Sam looked 
down at his hard, stiff cock. He was all set to let it go to work once more. 
He reached out with his right index finger, then began to steadily probe 
with his finger inside of her asshole. 

The moment that he put his finger to work inside her anus, Sally knew what 
to expect. 

"I can see where your mind is right now," she laughed. "You want to go the 
sodomy route." 

"It's not so much where my mind is," he laughed jokingly. "But where my 
prick is. Baby, I can't seem to get enough of you once we get started. Maybe 
I was a little afraid of getting involved, I can't seem to get enough. 
You're really too much. Just being around you sets me off on cloud nine." 

"Just keep your finger moving. Keep shoving it inside my hot ass. Come on, 
baby. Finger fuck me. Darling, ohhh, come on, finger me." 

Back and forth his finger kept on steadily darting, stabbing inside of her 
asshole. As Sally's body quickly danced, Sam moved his finger even more 
sharply and rapidly inside her. He kept on driving his plunging finger 
forward, letting it manipulate inside of her hot ass. As he removed his 
finger from her asshole, he was all set to plunge his cock forward. He 
wanted to drive it with sharp, assertive steadiness into her asshole until 
every droplet of his thick, white cream had spilled out of the end of his 
mammoth tool. 

He reached inside of her mound with his right hand. He removed some pussy 
juice, which he in turn slid inside of her asshole. He patted her buttocks 
affectionately, then got set to stab his cock inside her anus. 

"Just lie on your stomach," he whispered. 

"Better yet, let's put a little pillow under you." 

He slid a pillow underneath her stomach, then examined the beautiful angle 
that he had. He kept looking at her hot ass cheeks, so ripe, so firm, so 
ready for action. They were propped up beautifully on top of the white 
pillow, and he stroked her buttocks a few times before proceeding onward to 
the ass fucking. 

"Just don't tear my ass up," she said laughingly. 

"Don't worry, my sweet," he said. "I'm gonna give you a nice fuck. The kind 
you always want. The kind you beg for." 

"I'm always begging for it from you." 

"Sure you are. And I'm always willing to give it to you." 

He sent his surging member flinging forward. As it landed with darting 
impact against her asshole, he let his hips wiggle. He moved them back and 
forth, fucking her asshole, grinding steadily with his hard, stabbing cock. 
Back and forth he continued his effective forward strides. He kept on moving 
his ramming cock into her, driving it sharply as he moved ever nearer to 
climax. He kept slapping at her buttocks, and every now and then his fingers 
would make contact with her thighs. All the while he hungrily pursued his 
fucking, loving the strokes that he sent into her. 

Sam's penis kept on moving, sliding forward, driving briskly inside of her 
asshole. 

"Fuck ass, fuck ass, fuck ass," she gulped. "Keep your cock plunging. Come 
on, grind it into me. Yes, fuck my asshole. Come on, drive your cock. Drive 
it fast. Come on, go off inside me, baby." 

By the time that her voice became hoarse, Sam knew just how far gone she 
was. It made him feel good to know that he was capable of bringing her to 
such passionate heights of excitation. His cock kept on plunging and 
driving, stabbing incessantly as it made its way sturdily inside of her 
asshole. The quicker and sharper that his cock asserted itself, the closer 
that he found himself moving toward that great moment of climax. He kept up 
his hot, flinging movements. His peter kept on stabbing, driving sharply, 
pushing inside of her anus as he worked his way that much closer to the 
moment of orgasm. 

"Come on and fuck me," she gasped. "Darling, drive your cock. Baby, ohhh, 
drive it inside me. Sweetheart, ohhh, yeah, it's really stinging now." 

He let his fingers curl around her ass cheeks. He held onto the ripe, full 
flesh. It made him feel extra confident to know that he held her in his 
grasp. His turgid meat kept on driving, slamming hard as it lodged itself 
all the way inside of her asshole. He could hear the sound of her incessant 
heavy breathing, and he knew that pretty soon he would be unable to 
withstand the orgasmic earthquake that was building inside him. 

Ever so sharply, his cock eased that much deeper into her asshole. His hands 
kept cupping around her ass cheeks as his flaming stick did its job. It kept 
on driving sharply, pushing inside her, and now he was only seconds removed 
from the act of orgasm. 

"Baby, I'm just about ready," he told her. "Honey, oh, I've got to slap your 
beautiful butt. I've got to get all the excitement I can. I'm getting so 
close now. This is so good. Sweetheart, what a hot ass you've got. How I 
love fucking it. Sweetie, oh, baby doll. You're some kind of woman. You're 
some kind of beautiful woman. And I love every bit of this." 

She could hear the crackling sounds and feel the stinging impact of his 
fingers as they made their impact on her. He kept on slapping at her 
buttocks, gasping loudly, moving ever nearer. A few quick, jutting cock 
stabs later, the thick white semen was prepared to bolt from the end of his 
swollen, agitated meat. 

"Baby, the stuffs gonna gush, damned, ohhh, it's just gonna gush," he told 
her. 

His cock kept ramming back and forth, slamming inside of her asshole. A few 
quick, devastating strokes later, the thick white semen descended from the 
end of his cock. It kept spraying, splashing out of his member and into her 
waiting asshole. 

"I can feel it, ahhh, can I feel it," she said with an air of celebration. 
"Come on, honey, out with all of it. Every hot drop. This is wonderful. I 
love the way it's splashing. Darling, ohhh, it's spilling out of me. This 
feels so nice. Ahhh, it feels good." 

Her whole body kept bouncing up and down until every droplet of the thick 
cock stream had splashed from the end of Sam's throbbing prick. 

CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

Even though Sally wanted to get together with Sam again right away, they 
were unable to achieve such a meeting. 

Sam became immediately tied up in a court case. Since it was his first big 
opportunity to shine as a member of the legal staff of the firm which 
Sally's husband helped head, he was understandably throwing every bit of 
vigor and determination he could into the preparation of the case. That left 
Sally in a lonely position again. 

She immediately began to think about Peter, the young delivery boy. She knew 
that her husband was going to be having a party in another two weeks. What 
would be wrong, she thought, in buying the liquor a little bit in advance? 
She decided to give the liquor store a call. 

"Yes, send Peter over this afternoon with the liquor," she said. 

"I'll do that," the store proprietor replied. "What time should I send him 
over?" 

"One-thirty would be fine." 

"Thank you, Mrs. Henderson." 

Sally was overjoyed at the prospect of seeing Peter again. She took a long 
swim in the pool, getting ready for his emergence. He arrived a few minutes 
past one-thirty, and she greeted him wearing nothing more than her pink 
robe. She walked barefoot over the rug, and opened the door, letting him in. 

"Hello," he grinned, a little nervously. 

"How are you, Peter? Long time no see." 

"Yeah, it has been a little while." 

"You're looking good." 

"So are you. Where should I put the bottle? In the kitchen?" 

"Yes, that'll be fine." 

Sally was almost panting as she followed the handsome young delivery boy 
into the kitchen. He slid the package on top of the table. Immediately she 
wanted to go to work on him. The urges within her were uncontrollable, and 
as her body twitched nervously, she undid the sash of her robe, then pulled 
it off and let it drop to the floor. 

Peter gasped as he observed Sally standing there in all of her naked 
loveliness. His heart pounded and his prick throbbed as he looked at her. 
Sally moved forward, dropping down immediately to her knees. 

"I'm gonna give you the good treatment," she winked. "I'm so horny, baby, 
that you wouldn't believe it." 

"I believe it now," he gulped. "Damned, you're sure acting horny." 

She slid the trembling fingers of her right hand against his zipper. She 
pulled and tugged at it several times, then let it slide all the way down. 
She reached inside of his trousers, sliding her fingers inside of his 
shorts. She reached out and moved her fingers back and forth, allowing them 
to glide against his cock. She reached out and played with his balls for a 
few strokes, then suddenly returned to the finger movements against his 
teeming member. 

"You're gonna suck me off," he gulped, his legs trembling as he stood there 
before her. "You're quite a cock sucker, honey. Baby, I like the way you're 
massaging my prick. I really love it." 

Peter began to feel her fingers sliding up and down the full length of his 
dick. As Sally pumped hard and fast, she reached down with her tongue, 
allowing it to slide against his testicles. Her tongue moved sweepingly, 
crisply asserting itself as it darted back and forth against his balls. 

The more quickly that she stroked his testicles with her tongue, the more 
excited that Peter became. She kept on moving her fingers briskly up and 
down his long, hot stem. Her fingers kept pumping pursuing his dick with 
great urgency as he could feel the waves of titillation all the way down to 
his toes. 

"You're gonna suck me off," he gulped. "Come on, baby. Just move your 
tongue. Yes, darling. I love the way you're moving it. Suck me off. Baby, 
ohhh, just suck me off." 

Her tongue kept up its blazing impact against his testicles. As she kept 
sinking her tongue against his hairy balls, her fingers worked even more 
quickly than before as they pursued his pecker. 

As she removed her tongue from Peter's balls, she fastened her fingers to 
his now-wet testicles, which she had stroked so convincingly with her 
tongue. Now she was letting her tongue converge against his shaft. The 
quicker that she manipulated it against his hard dick, the faster that her 
fingers went to work on his testicles. Up and down she kept on sliding her 
tongue, and she could tell from the erotic moans from Peter just how close 
he was to that grand, dramatic moment when the semen would spurt from his 
tool and into her mouth. 

"Come on, just suck me off," Peter exclaimed. "I love the way you're 
tonguing me, honey. You've really got a nice tongue. A beautiful tongue. 
Keep moving it, dear. Yes, darling. Slide your tongue real nice. Suck me, 
honey. Just suck me off. Plant your tongue against my hard rod. Do it, 
sweetheart. Come on, suck me off." 

A few quick, stabbing tongue movements later, Peter was unable to hold back 
the flood tide of sensation that was seeking to escape from the end of his 
cock. His whole body trembled as the sea of passionate white liquid bolted 
from the end of his turgid, meaty tool. 

"Suck it all out of me," he gasped. "Baby doll, oh, can you ever suck. Are 
you ever great. Come on, eat my dick. Eat every drop of it. Swallow every 
drop of the stuff." 

A few moments later she released her tongue from his pecker, eagerly licking 
the last few droplets of peter juice, which she swallowed. 

They were soon inside the bedroom. As Sally lay there on the bed, she 
watched Peter undress. Just observing him remove his clothes with great 
determination caused her whole body to quiver with anxiety. She reached down 
with her left hand, allowing her finger tips to go to work inside of her 
blazing gash. Her hips kept moving, sliding back and forth as she enjoyed 
every hot, stimulating finger sensation that she brought to bear. 

"Come on, baby, I need it," she told him. "Let's really get into some wild 
sex." 

She removed her fingers from her mound as he threw his naked body down 
inside of the bed. 

As he moved his body forward, Peter recalled the beautiful job that she had 
done on his cock. He wanted to see to it that he awarded her accordingly. He 
was seeking to give her a tongue bath that she would never forget. He moved 
his tongue down toward her left ear. He began stabbing quickly inside of her 
ear lobe, letting his tongue dart precisely inside her. She heaved a loud, 
grateful sigh of joy as he kept up his tonguing movements, asserting his 
tongue back and forth as it maintained itself inside of her ear. He worked 
his tongue inside of her left ear for a few strokes, then released it, 
permitting it to go to work inside of her right ear. "You're some kind of 
tongue man," she giggled. "You're gonna go all the way with me, honey. This 
is something." 

After Peter finished with her ears, he dropped his tongue downward toward 
her left breast. He drove his tongue at a rapid, spirited clip, maneuvering 
it as quickly as he could against her breast. He kept landing and pushing 
his tongue against her warm skin. He finished against her left breast, then 
put his tongue to work against her right. He maintained an effective pace 
with his vigorous stabs, pushing and pumping, loving every solid tongue 
movement that he sent against her body. 

"Come on, just tongue me," she said. "I love the way you're maintaining a 
momentum." 

As her whole supercharged body kept on vibrating before him, Peter moved his 
tongue downward toward her left thigh. He moved his tongue up and down her 
thigh, letting it proceed with due speed. He finished with her left thigh, 
then went on to her right, receiving the same swift, slick pace. His tongue 
moved for a few more strokes against her leg, after which he then decided to 
go to work with his tongue inside of her asshole. He pushed his tongue up 
between her hot buns, letting it move with a surge of great energy. 

"You've really got me scorching now," she giggled. 

While Peter kept up his swift anal pursuit with his tongue, he moved his 
right hand forward. He let his fingers manipulate between her legs, coming 
to rest against her clitoris, then proceeded to move ever so deeply inside 
of her hot snatch. Back and forth he kept up his swift, determined finger 
strokes. He moved his fingers with great desire, then finally released them. 
By then he was prepared to push his tongue forward, to let it slide inside 
of her mound. 

Her body kept bouncing, thrusting inside of the bed. He pushed his tongue 
down between her legs and let it slide inside of her pussy. Peter went to 
work with greater speed than ever, driving his tongue forward, letting it 
surge inside of her hot nest. He kept pushing and slicing with his blazing 
tongue, and all the while he had her moving that much closer to the brink of 
orgasm. 

"You're gonna bring me off," she sighed. "Come on, dear. Just a few more of 
your hot strokes. Come on, oh, this is really nice. Beautiful. I just love 
the way you're going to work with your tongue." 

A few quick, stabbing tongue thrusts later, the juices began to shoot from 
her pussy. They splashed out of her mound and into his mouth, and all the 
while he kept gobbling, going after every droplet of pussy juice. 

As soon as he withdrew his tongue from her mound, Peter was set to fuck her 
pussy. After all, he had sucked her to a beautiful climax, so now he wanted 
to drive his cock inside of her pussy until his juices sprayed once more. He 
thought back to the beautiful cock suck that she'd given him, and it made 
him all the more desirous to provide her with some tremendous pleasure, the 
same kind he received from her. 

Peter reached out and stroked at her thighs. He kept moving his fingers, 
letting them grip her legs solidly. He rammed his cock forward, allowing it 
to make its initial impact inside of her pussy. He moved his cock with 
piercing skill, letting it move back and forth, allowing it to grip her hot 
vagina as her body twisted. She tightened her cunt muscles, seeking to do 
all she could to give Peter the best possible screw. 

"What a tight fuck," he whispered, continuing his steady, rapid-fire cock 
pace. "Do I ever love sliding my prick inside you, honey. This is my kind of 
screw. Sweetheart, oh, what fucking. What gorgeous, beautiful screwing." 

A few quick, sharply commanding strokes later, Peter found his aroused body 
set to explode. He kept on using his cock like a rifle, drilling her with 
it, slamming it with rapid-fire zeal as he thrust his meaty tool ever deeper 
inside of her passion pit. He could hear the sounds of her heavy gasps, and 
he knew just how close he had drawn her to the point of orgasm. 

"Here I go," she gulped. "How nice, how beautiful, I love it. I'm shooting. 
Baby doll. You've got to shoot, too. Yes, my love. The juices are gonna 
shoot from your cock. Baby, ohhh, sweetheart, let's keep fucking. This is 
such a great screw. Oh, keep planting your dick inside me. Baby, ohhh, ahhh, 
you're getting closer. I can feel it. I've juiced and you're on the verge. 
Keep up your lightning strokes." 

His fingers moved sharply against her thighs as Peter propelled himself that 
much nearer to orgasm. His cock kept sliding and pushing diligently, 
slamming into her mound. A few quick, timely cock strokes later, the thick, 
white cream was ready to sally forth from the end of his pecker. He could 
feel the itchiness focused in his testicles as the first few stimulating 
droplets of thick, white cream burst from the end of his aroused hunk of 
meat. 

"Here it goes," he gulped. "Baby doll, ohhh, you've been waiting for it. 
Here it is. Sweetheart, oh, this is my kind of fuck." 

As Peter watched the thick, burning stream of jissum spill from his erect 
dong, he pushed his tongue forward. He slid it inside of her mouth, darting 
and stabbing with his tongue until each and every droplet of his juice had 
been shed. 

CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

Just about the time that Sally was thinking about calling Ray, the TV 
repairman, for another sex encore, her husband Barry began to show her more 
attention. 

One evening several days after her sexual outing with Peter, the delivery 
boy, Barry came home from work early. She was astonished to see him at home 
at that hour, since it was only a few minutes past four. 

"The clock must be slow," she said. 

"No, I'm just pulling a shocker," Barry grinned. "I'm coming home earlier 
than usual." 

"You sure are." 

"I want to give you plenty of time to get ready. We're going out tonight." 

"Meeting some business associates of yours somewhere?" 

"No, thank goodness it's none of that bullshit," Barry shook his head. "As a 
matter-of-fact, we're going out to dinner. How's that grab you?" 

"Catch me before I faint." 

"I don't blame you," he laughed. "It has been quite a while. So why don't 
you get ready, honey? We'll go there, have a few drinks, have something to 
eat, then come home." 

She was dazed by the fact that Barry was acting very much like the man that 
she had met, the one who had been so affectionate in the early stages of 
their relationship, both during their courtship and shortly after their 
marriage. 

They dined on Restaurant Row. They finished their dinner, then had a couple 
more drinks, after which Barry drove his beautiful wife back home. 

As soon as they arrived inside the house, Barry immediately began to remove 
his jacket, then his shirt. 

"Let's do something we haven't done in quite a while," he said, speaking 
apologetically. "Let's hump." 

"Honey, it's like you're developing a completely new leaf." 

"I've been doing some thinking about things. I don't want to bore you with 
any conversation right now. I just want to get my clothes off and start 
romping with you." 

Sally watched as her husband removed his clothes. He took off his T-shirt 
and shorts, after which he stretched out eagerly in the middle of the bed. 
He looked down at his huge, bulging cock. She couldn't help but be impressed 
by the size of his huge, meaty member. It had been quite some time since he 
had come on this strong. She recalled the pathetic sight of Barry dragging 
himself in the door late at night, his eyes bloodshot, his face pale. This 
had happened so many times. So often that she'd lost count. But through it 
all, she had given up. After deciding that defeat was inevitable as far as 
maintaining a viable sexual relationship with him was concerned, she had 
gone out and cheated. She had found her sex wherever she could, with erotic 
partners from every walk of life. But now there he was, lying there, his 
body quivering ever so slightly, manifesting the excitement that bristled 
throughout his body. 

Barry reached down with both hands, allowing his fingers to slide over the 
tip of his cock. He then started to work his fingers up and down the full 
length of his hot, flaming organ. 

"Do I ever want you," he said. "Come on, baby. Get your clothes off." 

Even though Sally was more than happy to comply with his requests, she did 
not respond immediately. She was much too shocked. She could hardly believe 
what was happening to Barry. Eventually she was able to snap out of her 
state of excitement to the point of beginning to remove her clothes. She 
took off her dress, then stretched out on the bed. She pulled off her bra, 
tossing it aside, then slid her panties down her legs. As Barry heard the 
sounds of her panties scraping against her legs, his cock hardened that much 
more. He was extra eager to involve himself in some devastating sex with his 
gorgeous wife. 

As soon as the panties dropped from her legs and hit the floor, Barry was on 
Sally like a flash. He reached out with his right hand, moving his fingers 
soothingly against her nest. His fingers plunged back and forth several 
times. He removed his fingers from her mound. He got set to plunge his huge, 
aroused organ forward. He wanted to let his cock drive with thundering 
impact inside of Sally's pussy. 

Barry reached out with both hands. He let his fingers clutch ever so sharply 
against his wife's breasts. He held on ever so tightly to her nipples, and 
as he kept clutching, he pushed his cock forward, preparing to enter her hot 
mound. 

"Baby, stab me with your dick," she sighed. "I really do want it, 
sweetheart." 

Barry had never been any more aroused than he was at that particular moment, 
as far as she was concerned. It was as if, during all those periods of 
frustration and non-productivity, he was bracing himself, readying his body 
for the big moment. Now it had arrived, and he was all set to let himself 
go. He wanted to send his stimulating cock plunging forward inside of her 
pussy until the droplets of thick, creamy juice had spurted from his dick. 

He pushed his hot, eager rod in and out of her pussy. Her whole body swayed 
back and forth as she reacted to the stirring, passionate plunges. His cock 
kept on moving, grinding superbly as he projected it inside of her mound. He 
was working his piston-like dick that much nearer to the point of a 
stimulating climax. Barry knew that he couldn't possibly maintain that level 
of diligent action for very long. The deluge of juice would just have to 
stream out of the end of his mammoth stick and into her twisting, 
ever-excited snatch. 

"Keep on plunging your dick," she called out. "Come on, baby. Yes, drive 
your cock into me. Baby doll, oh, it feels so nice. Come on, baby, plunge it 
sharply." 

His fingers toyed with her breasts as Barry propelled himself ever nearer to 
the moment of climax. He kept on driving his cock zestfully forward, pushing 
and shoving it as it rammed ever so hard inside of her mound. He was now 
only a few strokes away. He slid his cock into her a few more times, then 
was ready to unleash the drops of hot, white, orgasmic fluid. In a sea of 
passionate fury, he reached down and grabbed her buttocks. He held onto her 
hot ass as she flipped her hips nervously, waiting for him to unload. 

"Honey, here we go," he said. 

His body shook and the drops of thick, searing, white penis fluid spilled 
from the end of his hot dick. He watched the thick, gushing streams of cock 
juice as they spurted from out of the end of his tool and into her mound. 

As soon as Barry turned his cock loose from his lover's pussy, an 
ever-grateful Sally wanted to show him just how much she thought of him. So 
she reached out with both hands, allowing her fingers to plunge against the 
tip of his tool. Back and forth her fingers worked. As they did, his whole 
body reacted under the twisting, stabbing finger movements. 

"That really is nice," he gulped. "Honey, I like the way your fingers are 
moving. Come on, keep on working them. You're gonna suck me off." 

Sally was so overjoyed as a result of the emergence of a new Barry that she 
couldn't wait to please him. She wanted to show him just how much she 
thought of him, and she felt that the most conspicuous way was to finally go 
down on his cock, to grind her tongue up and down the full length of his 
thick pecker until the fluid spilled from it. 

"Suck me off," he exclaimed. "Come on, baby doll. Ohhh, I like your finger 
attack." 

As her fingers kept on moving over the tip of his cock, Sally pushed her 
tongue downward and anxiously attacked his balls. Her tongue worked from 
side to side, splashing with excitement and vigor as it kept going to work 
on his balls. She could sense his excitement by the way that his whole body 
reacted, sliding back and forth as she kept up her piercing stabs. 

"Baby doll, just suck me off," he said. "Darling, your tongue is so good. 
It's so nice. I like the way you work it." 

A few moments later, Sally released her tongue from her lover's balls. She 
then put it to work against the tip of his flaming dick. She teased the tip 
of his organ, then proceeded to slide her tongue up and down the full length 
of his hard, ever-ready peter. While her tongue attacked his cock 
faithfully, she fingered his balls. She loved twisting and turning her 
fingers against his blazing testicles, and as she continued her dual 
movements, his whole body came alive as never before. She could tell that he 
was even more excited than he had been before he had unloaded his juices 
inside of her pussy. 

"Come on, finish the job," he told her. "Baby, finish the job on my cock. 
Can you ever suck. Damned, it almost makes me dizzy watching the way your 
head's bouncing." 

Her hair kept fluttering and her head bobbed up and down as Sally kept on 
attacking his dick. Her fingers kept on wrapping themselves around his 
testicles as she moved him that much closer. A few quick, slicing tongue 
strokes later, the droplets of semen began to spray. They spilled ever so 
thickly, and with great hunger and desire she attacked every drop of his 
thick, white cream, swallowing every conceivable droplet, then releasing her 
tongue from his prick. 

"I'm ready for one more," he announced. "I want to fuck your pussy. I really 
want to send my dick inside your mound. Sweetheart, ohhh, is this gonna be 
good. I'm gonna really screw you. I'm gonna give you a nice, beautiful long 
fuck." 

He kissed her lips ceremoniously, then released them. He reached down with 
his right index finger, letting it probe softly and gently inside of her 
asshole. At first he confined himself to the outer edges of her asshole. 
Before long, Barry was pushing his finger as deeply inside her as he knew 
how. He kept on grinding, hotly stabbing with his finger, pressing and 
pushing it inside of Sally's hot ass. All the while, she kept flailing back 
and forth, as she reacted to his sharp, stabbing sensations. 

"I'm gonna sodomize you now," he winked. "This is gonna be the culmination. 
Not just a pussy fuck. This is what you've been looking forward to. A good, 
hot ass fuck." 

"Baby doll, just let me have it," she said. 

After fingering her asshole for quite some time, Barry released his finger 
from it. He picked up a jar of Vaseline from the table nearby, then opened 
it. He dipped his fingers into it, then slid the Vaseline inside of her 
asshole. He then let it scrape up and down his hot dick. He closed the jar, 
putting it away. He pumped up and down the full length of his cock, then got 
set to slam his peter inside of her anus. 

"Here we go," he said. "I'm gonna give you a fuck, honey. You just get 
ready." 

He slammed his hot, torpedo-like cock inside of her asshole. He threw her 
legs over his shoulders, going to work with his hot, aroused prick. He kept 
sliding and slamming his peter inside of her asshole, working it with sharp, 
steady grace as he moved himself that much closer. It didn't take him very 
long to reach the ultimate point of orgasm. As his body shook and he heaved 
a deep sigh, he leaned forward and kissed his lover's lips. A few seconds 
later, it was all over. He released his cock from her anus. 

"That was nice," he said. "As a matter-of-fact, it couldn't have been 
better. You know, I said earlier that I had been doing some thinking. I've 
decided to delegate more responsibility. That's been my big problem. I 
wanted to do everything myself at the office. You know, I've been thinking 
about how I've been neglecting you. It isn't gonna happen anymore. As a 
matter-of-fact, how about going to Las Vegas next weekend?" 

"I'd be delighted," Sally smiled. 

"Remember, your husband isn't going to be taking you for granted anymore. 
I'm going to start acting again like a star-struck lover. I hope you don't 
mind that." 

"I'm looking forward to it," Sally smiled at her husband warmly. 

She leaned forward and kissed her husband's lips tenderly. She hoped that 
her cheating days were behind her, and that she was about to recapture the 
bliss and enthusiasm of the early days of their marriage. It made her feel 
extra good to hear her husband admitting that he had tried to do too much. 


THE END
