Rachel began to cleanse Gretchen's gooey snatch with her tongue. She licked her husband's sticky seed from the outside, then went after what he shot inside. She lifted the nineteen-year-old's legs to tilt her cunt and began to spear her tongue into the blonde's tender little honey hole.
Gretchen caressed the top of Rachel's head and looked at Clay. "Older lovers are the best lovers," she said, smiling blissfully.
"Yes, dear," Clay agreed, "especially when they come, or cum, in pairs!"
CHAPTER ONE
As the elevator rose, Rachel remembered the night Clay laid down the rules on how he wanted her to dress. He had just given her a terrific fucking, and they were basking in the warm afterglow.
"I want you to wear miniskirts," he said. "Real short ones that barely cover your pretty ass. A sheer blouse, no bra or panties."
"Are hose allowed?" she asked.
"Yes. But no pantyhose."
"I threw them all away when you said you didn't like them," she replied. "Miniskirts won't cover the tops of my thigh-high hose, so I'll have to wear a garter belt and long hose. Is that all right?"
"Yes. I like garter belts and long hose. You can keep them on when we fuck."
"When I sit down, my skirt will ride up, and my pussy will probably show. Even if I keep my legs close together."
"It doesn't matter. Your pussy is gorgeous. Let the guys look. Give them a thrill." He rolled his head to the side and looked at her. "You're taking this very calmly."
"No. My stomach is full of butterflies." His edict delighted her. Their sex life had suddenly become so much more intriguing.
"Why?" he asked.
"From excitement, nerves, anticipation, a little anxiety. I can't imagine how I'll react the first time I see a man looking at my bare tits and naked pussy. You're the only man who's seen me naked in ten years."
"You won't be completely naked," he said. "Besides, it's about time we put some spark back into our lives."
"What about when we go to a real ritzy restaurant or night club? They might not let me in with my tits and pussy showing."
"Night clubs are no problem. They let in women wearing barely enough to cover their belly buttons. The guys love it. Good for business. For dining out, you can buy some sexy dresses with splits up both sides and tops that barely cover your tits. You'll be naked underneath, of course."
"Of course," she agreed. "You know that I can't refuse you anything you want. You took a perfectly prim and proper woman and turned her into something else entirely."
"A very happy, perfectly wanton piece of ass," he said.
"True," she agreed. "Until I met you, I had no idea sex could be so much fun. No man ever turned me inside out the way you do."
The elevator door opened and Rachel sauntered down the hall to her husband's office. She entered and gave his new secretary the eagle-eye. The girl didn't look old enough to run a busy office for a company president.
But Rachel didn't question her husband's business decisions. The old saw about a woman standing behind every successful man didn't apply in their case. He was very successful without her meddling. He joked that he made the money, and she spent it. Which had a lot of truth in it. She made it up to him in so many ways, however. That's why she was here this morning.
The secretary looked up and smiled as Rachel crossed to her desk. "Yes, may I help you?"
"I'm Rachel Anderson." She held out her hand.
The girl stood so quickly she knocked her chair backward into a file cabinet. She was tall, nearly six feet in her low heels. She reached across the desk and took Rachel's hand in a firm grip.
"Oh, yes, hello. I'm Gretchen Braun." Rachel could see a natural beauty under the girl's mousy exterior. With the proper clothes, a new style for her long blonde hair and some make-up, she would look more suitable for her position.
Rachel held Gretchen's hand, hoping to establish an instant intimate relationship. "Clay said that today is your birthday," she said. "He asked me to invite you for a drink tonight. Very informal. To celebrate your promotion and your birthday. He--likes his employees to feel like part of a family."
"You don't mean a surprise party, do you?" Gretchen asked nervously. "I hate surprise parties."
"Oh, no. Just the three of us." Rachel was sure the girl didn't date much. If at all. She didn't look like the kind of girl young men stood in line to ask out. She released Gretchen's hand and smiled. "If you have other plans, we can do it another time."
"Oh, no, I don't have other plans," Gretchen said quickly. The invitation surprised her. Having a drink with the boss and his wife was better than watching the boob tube. "It's very nice of you to invite me. What time?"
"Oh, about eight-ish. "Dress casual," Rachel said. "Wear as much or as little as you like." If I accomplish what Clay wants, you 're going to take it off' anyway! "Clay and I like to let our hair down and kick back on Friday night."
"Thank you. I'll be there. Mr. Anderson is. in his office, if you would like to see him."
"Yes, I believe I would," Rachel replied. "I don't come by often. When I do, I like to brighten up his day a little."
"Go right in," Gretchen said. "He's alone."
"Hold his calls."
Rachel locked the door behind her and took off the jacket to her tailored suit. She lifted her chest and pushed it out so her bare tits under the sheer blouse stuck way out. "Hello, darling," she said, smiling seductively. "Does the way I'm dressed meet your approval?"
"Dynamite, darling. Are you wearing panties?"
"Of course not." She lifted her miniskirt to show him. "See. Only garter belt and hose, just as you ordered." She sat on the couch in front of his desk. She crossed her shapely legs, making sure lots of naked thigh showed below the hem of her short skirt. "Do you have a few minutes for me?"
"Yes. If I didn't, I would make the time. Did you talk to Gretchen?"
"I invited her for drinks tonight, if that's what you mean. I know you like young pussy, but she looks inexperienced."
"Today is her nineteenth birthday, darling. I don't know about her sexual experience, but she's very mature for her age. Your implication is that she's too young to be an executive secretary." He held up a hand to cut off her protest. "I know, you don't meddle. And don't think I don't appreciate it. Gretchen saved me hundreds of thousands of dollars. Probably kept the company from going under, as a matter-of-fact.
"She was working in the secretarial pool. The schmuck who ran purchasing gave her a stack of contracts to type that cooked his goose. She noticed that several of them were for the same company, but called for unrelated products and services. She took them to her supervisor.
"Fortunately, most of my employees are honest. The contracts found their way to me. Turns out they were bogus. The purchasing supervisor had set up a dummy company and was diverting large sums into it. For his own benefit, of course. His trial comes up in a couple of months. Looks as if we'll recoup most of what he stole. Have to sell a lot of real estate and jewelry to get it, but we will."
"So you thought you should reward her," Rachel said.
"Honey, I could have given her a hundred bucks and a couple days off if I just wanted to give her a simple reward. I like a loyal employee, especially if she has a good mind and the guts to act on her own. As you know, my previous secretary's husband got transferred, and naturally she went with him. The fit seemed perfect. Gretchen will make a few mistakes, but not the same one twice."
"She's such a mouse, darling. She's probably a virgin. Suppose she screams sexual harassment? She might cost you all that money she saved you."
Clay shook his head. "No, I don't think so. There's something about her, a special aura. She might be a virgin, but not by choice. She's ready. With your guidance, she'll become a delightful little sex pot."
"Well, you haven't been wrong yet. But don't call her little."
"Yeah, she is pretty big, isn't she?" he said with a big grin. "But not fat, I think. Her dowdy clothes hide so much, but I bet there's a very nice body under them."
"Those clothes have to go, darling. She looks like something out of the last century."
"I'll leave that up to you," he replied. "You can take her on a shopping trip tomorrow. On me. I thought you would simply call her."
"I wanted to see her, see what she's like, so I would know how to approach her. Unfortunately, I still don't know."
"You'll figure out something. Is that the only reason you came by?"
Rachel cocked her head to the side and smiled again. She licked her full, sensuous lips, leaving the bright red lipstick shiny with saliva. "You know damned well it isn't, darling." She uncrossed her legs and her short skirt rode up to the top of her thighs. She spread her legs, put her hand in her crotch and let her middle finger slide into her slit.
"Are you hiding something?" he teased.
CHAPTER TWO
"No," Rachel said quietly. "I'm playing with my clit." She grinned. "I'm getting your snack warm. I thought you might like to bounce my ass on your imagine leather couch. If I didn't come at a bad time." She giggled when she realized she had made a pun. "Well, I haven't cum yet. That's what I came here to do. I told Gretchen to hold your calls, and I locked the door." She wiggled her finger in her pussy. "Do you really think Gretchen is sexy, and just hiding it?"
"Yes," he said, watching his wife's finger. "I think she's very pretty. Hard to tell, the way she wears her hair and those horrible glasses. She needs lots of work."
"I didn't ask if you think she's pretty, darling. I asked if you think she's sexy. Men put too much stock in a woman's looks. You're forgetting yourself. You usually get past looks and get in touch with a woman's sexuality, her aura. You know as well as I do that some plain women are terrific fucks.' You're looking forward to licking her pussy and fucking her, aren't you."
"You know I am."
Rachel wiggled her finger on her clit. "Ummm, feels good! I hope she's as good as you expect. Do you think she'll let me lick her pussy?"
"I hope so," he said softly.
She got up and went around his desk. She pulled her miniskirt up around her waist and straddled his legs. Staring into his eyes, she slid her ass onto the desk. "Did you know that you've never fucked me on your desk?" she said, her voice low, throaty. "I want you to lick my pussy until I cum, then fuck me. As hard as you want to fuck your mousy secretary tonight."
She grabbed him by the ears and pulled his head between her legs. Her humid slit drew his tongue like a magnet. He opened his mouth wide and plastered it to brown-haired box. He began to run his tongue up and down her slippery crack and she began to hunch.
"Yes, baby!" she whispered with wanton fervor. "Lick my pussy! Eat it good, baby! Make me cum!"
His tongue stabbed deep into the bubbling depths of her tight sheath. He tongue-fucked her hot twat, savoring the special flavor of her sex pot. He sucked on the pulsing petals of her cunt. In the back of his mind lurked a vision of his mousy young secretary's pussy in his mouth.
She drew her breath in sharply and tightened her grip on her licker's ears. "Aaaaaah, yes," she moaned. "Get my clit, baby! Get it good!" The lascivious contact between his tongue and her titillated pussy made her mind whirl. The potential risk of their behavior increased her sense of intrigue. She hung anxiously on the edge of ecstasy. "Ooooooooh, darling!" She trembled with passion against his avid mouth. "Ooohhh, baby, your tongue feels so fucking good!" She pressed her pussy into his mouth.
His cock strained against his pants, painfully hard. The desire to free it and shove it up his wife's tight cunt, and the desire to suck her sweet pussy presented him with contradictory wishes. For some reason, her pussy tasted especially good. He temporarily ignored the ache in his cock and continued to lick her gushing slit.
"Oh, fuck!" she breathed softly.
His accomplished tongue was turning her cunt inside out. Ever since he enlisted her help in debauching willing young women, her emotions seemed to begin at the surface of her skin and go all the way to her core. Cock, pussy, male tongue, female tongue, she adored it all! All she asked was a good climax.
He lifted her legs over his shoulders and wrapped his arms lovingly around her thighs. The feel of her velvety skin against his cheeks made him shiver.
"I'm going to cum, darling!" she moaned.
"I'm almost there! You're eating my pussy so well, baby! Lick my clit, baby! Oh, yes, that's right! Send me right through the fucking roof, darling!" She locked her ankles behind his head and humped his face tumultuously.
His wife's plea drove the greedy cunt licker to greater effort. His tongue flicked from her clit to her flowing gap, working frantically to bring her off. The sooner he got her sex gun to fire, the sooner he could stick his aching cock in her.
Rachel began to moan continually, too overcome with emotion to care if she drew an audience. She wouldn't have objected to a few interested observers. She wiggled her hips and humped her ass and bounced up and down on the hard desk. Sex juice poured from her horny crack, drenching his mouth and chin, then dribbling onto his chest. A small stream ran down the crack of her ass.
He knew why she was so hot today. She got that way every time they schemed to fuck a new woman. He clung tightly to her thighs to keep his mouth in her turbulent crotch. He continued to suck and lick and ream her torrid sex tunnel and lash her agitated clit with his tongue. She nearly drowned him with the glut of hot fuck cream gushing into his mouth.
"Fuck me, darling!" Rachel wailed frantically. She threw her legs wide and grabbed his ears again. "I've got to have your cock in me now! Put your cock in me while I'm still cumming, baby!"
Clay was in no condition to quibble. He stood, plunged one hand into her crotch to keep her cunt primed and fumbled with his belt and zipper with his other hand. He pushed his pants and shorts down and moved up between her trembling legs. She reached down with both hands, grabbed his prick and gouged it roughly through her hairy slit.
"Aaahhh," he groaned, happy to have his cock in her at long last. He drove the full length of his rod into her hot sheath with one hard, spearing lunge.
Her insatiable snatch swallowed his tool with a greedy gulp. He tore her blouse open and began to knead her big tits. His fingers sank into the resilient flesh, making her stiff nipples stand out like small fingers.
Rachel cherished the feel of his big prick buried deep in her. She came so hard when he licked her pussy, but there was simply nothing like a stiff prick stretching her cunt. She flexed her cunt muscles skillfully, sucking his engorged, pulsating cock with her energetic lower mouth.
He put her legs over his shoulders and began to fuck her the way she liked, hitting bottom with each powerful lunge. On the backstroke, he pulled nearly all the way out, then rammed into her, making her body rock and roll. Her jumbo tits shimmied and jiggled crazily on top of her chest.
If he hadn't held her legs, she would have slid across his polished desk. Her ass wiggled and squirmed vigorously, buffing the shiny surface even more. She ground her cunt into his groin, fucking back at him, savoring his big dick probing her depths.
"I feel your big cock throbbing deep inside my cunt, baby," she whispered, her voice full of admiration. She rocked her hips up and down quickly. "It feels so good, darling! I love to fuck you."
"You're a fantastic fuck, baby," he grunted.
His eyes bounced between her chest and her furry box, watching her fleshy tits jiggle and his prick plunder her soggy honey hole. Her juicy cunt walls sucked at his cock, rapidly destroying his control.
"I'm going to cum, darling!" she wailed. "Cum with me! Fill my cunt with your cream, baby!"
He began to fuck her faster. They settled into a new rhythm, driving each other to the culmination of erogenous stimulation.
He felt her cunt clamp around his cockshaft as she began to spasm in orgasm. His cock erupted with a mind-shattering blast. He held it deep in her cunt, barely moving, as his cum pump kicked into high gear. Sticky seed spewed into her. And spewed. And spewed some more. He began to wonder if it would ever stop, then he began .to taper off.
They stayed locked together at the loins until his prick began to shrivel. He pulled away and plopped down in his chair, his knees so weak they trembled.
"God, what a tremendous fuck!" Rachel said softly. She pushed herself up on her elbows and grinned at him. "Thank you, darling. I needed that."
"You're welcome, sweetheart." He sighed deeply. "I never know who gets the best of the deal when we fuck, you or me."
"We aren't in competition, darling," she said. "There are no winners and losers. It's a win-win situation for both of us. I fuck you because I like to fuck, but I also think of your pleasure every time. I want you to be as satisfied as I am."
"Oh, I am, baby," he said quickly. "I didn't mean it the way it sounded. You're a terrific piece of ass. I think you're more sexual than I. Sometimes I wonder how long I can keep you satisfied. As the old saying goes, you'll fuck at the drop of a hat, and you'll drop the hat."
She chuckled and said, "Or, I'll trip you and beat you to the floor. Don't worry about keeping me satisfied, baby. I won't wear you out." She grinned. "Can't say what might happen if we latch onto another woman with a libido equal to mine." She sat up and looked at her crotch. "God, I'm so wet and sticky! My pussy is absolutely full! You must have pumped a gallon of that stuff in me." She slid off the desk. "I'd better clean up before I dribble all over the place. If you let me wear panties, I would at least have something to hold over my pussy."
"I'll have the carpet cleaned," he said.
She hurried to the small toilet off his office. She came back in a few minutes and sat on the couch. "I came by so you could bounce my ass on your imagine couch," she said. "Instead, I polished your desk with my bare ass."
Clay rubbed his hand over the spot she had polished. "Did a good job, too. Your motives are transparent, you know. You always have to get yours before a new woman comes to visit. Better be careful. I might not be up to handling her."
"If your energy starts to wane, just you put your cock in my mouth, I'll get you up to it," she quipped, grinning. "Well, I'd better be off. You aren't going to work late tonight, are you?"
"Not at the office," he quipped.
CHAPTER THREE
Rachel answered the door wearing a sapphire teddy with an underwired, cupless bodice, lace ruffle edging and a tieback halter collar. Sapphire stockings encased her shapely legs, and she wore sapphire pumps with three-inch spike heels on her dainty feet.
Gretchen looked at Rachel's bare breasts, at her watch, then back at the brunette's naked tits. "Oh, am I early?" she said. "You did say eight-ish, didn't you?"
"You're not early," Rachel said. "Come in." She led Gretchen into the living room. "I told you that Clay and I like to kick back on Friday night. He doesn't want me to wear much around home. He picked out this outfit for me. If it bothers you, I can put on a robe or dress. I've got one around here somewhere."
"Clay's the boss," Gretchen said. "I can see why he wants you to dress that way. You look smashing. You've got the body for it. If you've got it, flaunt it."
"Thank you, dear," Rachel said with a sly smile. "What would you like to drink? I have a pitcher of Screwdrivers already made."
"A dose of vitamins with your booze, huh? That will be fine. I don't drink much."
Rachel handed Gretchen a glass and said, "Have a seat on the couch, dear." She sat down in an overstuffed chair facing the couch.
"Hello, Gretchen," Clay said as he came into the room. "Thank you for coming." He poured himself a Screwdriver and sat in his chair facing Rachel and Gretchen.
"Hello, Mr. Anderson. Thank you for inviting me."
"Call us Rachel and Clay," he said. "We're not in the office."
"Okay," Gretchen said. "But only in private, when there are no employees around. You're still Mr. and Mrs. Clay at the office."
"Fair enough," Rachel said. "Darling, Gretchen--likes my outfit. She thinks I have the body for it, and I ought to flaunt it. Do you have the body to wear sexy lingerie, Gretchen?"
Gretchen felt tacky in her baggy, calf-length cotton dress and flat sandals. Her glass was about half-full. She emptied it in one swallow. The vodka hit her stomach with a jolt. "Maybe. I don't know," she said. "I don't own any, so I can't tell. If I did own some, someone would have to see me in it and tell me how I look." She looked at her glass. "You make strong drinks. Liquor loosens my tongue, so I'll ask your pardon in advance in case I say something I shouldn't."
Rachel got up and took Gretchen's glass. When she leaned over, her nipples were right in front of the girl's eyes. "I'll get you a refill. Don't worry about saying something you shouldn't. You're with friends."
Gretchen watched Rachel's tits sway gently as she walked. They were so pretty. She wanted to touch them, just to see how they felt. Her teddy was backless, and the bottom was a thong, leaving the cheeks of her ass bare. "Neat," she said, barely above a whisper.
Clay watched Gretchen with interest. She passed the first test when she didn't object to the way Rachel was dressed. If she passed the next test, he felt sure she would agree to party with them.
Rachel gave Gretchen her drink and went to the TV. She turned on the set and the VCR, and pushed the play button. She returned to her chair, smiling with amusement as Gretchen's eyes followed her. The girl's glass was already half empty.
"What do you usually drink?" Clay asked.
"Wine, mostly, when I drink anything," Gretchen replied. "The kids I grew up with drank gallons of beer. I don't like the taste. Besides, it makes me pee too much."
"I like champagne," Rachel said. "Two or three glasses and my clit tingles and my nipples get hard. Then I get really wild."
"Correct, darling, you get wilder," Clay laughed.
"I'll have to try it sometime," Gretchen muttered.
"You come from out on the plains, don't you?" Clay asked.
"Yeah. I grew up on a ranch. The closest town was thirty miles away, and it wasn't much of a town. I think I spent half of my life riding a school bus. Up before dawn, do chores, an hour ride to school, back home in the dark and do more chores. Hell of a way to live. I could hardly wait to get away."
"Are you an only child?" he asked.
Gretchen shook her head. "I have two brothers. One older, one younger. Everybody works on a ranch. There's always more to do than people to do it."
"Do you have a boyfriend back hornet" Rachel asked.
"No," Gretchen said, a little sadly. "I didn't date much. The guys I wanted didn't want me, and I didn't want the guys who wanted me. Guys aren't interested in big nerdy girls who wear glasses."
"How about here?" Clay asked. "Have you met some nice young men?"
"A few, in business school. Not that it did me any good. Same problem I had back home. Denver is so big, and there are so many pretty girls here. The guys have so much to choose from." She looked at herself. "Can you blame them for not choosing me? I don't look like much of a catch. Mama wouldn't let me buy my own clothes. I have the fashion sense of a mule."
"If you like, I can take you shopping," Rachel said. "Clay suggested that with your new job, you might like to change your wardrobe."
"Better wait a few months, until I save some money." Gretchen looked at Clay and grinned. "Clay's a nice guy, but he doesn't pay girls in the secretarial pool very much."
"My treat," Clay said. "A birthday gift from the boss. Speaking of which, I have a little gift for you. A girl ought to get gifts on her birthday." He chuckled softly. "Until she stops counting, anyway."
"Oh, Clay, you don't have to give me gifts," Gretchen protested. "I work for you, you didn't take me to raise."
"From where I'm sitting, looks like you're already fully grown." Clay handed her a small box. "Coming from a ranch, you should know the old saying about not looking a gift horse in the mouth. I hope it fits. I had to guess at the size."
Gretchen took the box and opened it. "Oh, Clay, it's beautiful," she said. She held up the gold anklet and smiled. "Oh, neat. It even has my name on it. Thank you."
"Put it on," Rachel said.
Gretchen handed the anklet to Clay. "You put it on," she said. "If I lean over, I might fall on my face. Those drinks are pretty strong." She held out her left leg.
Clay knelt and fastened the anklet around her leg. "Perfect fit," he said.
Gretchen held up her leg. "It looks neat, Clay. Thank you. I'll wear it proudly and never take it off. Rachel, is it okay if I give him a kiss?"
"Of course," Rachel replied. "A kiss is a nice way to say thank you."
Gretchen put her hand on Clay's cheeks and kissed him lightly on the lips. As he sat back down, she glanced over his head at the TV. Three female body builders were flexing their muscles and striking poses. "Oh! They're naked," she said softly.
"They're friends of mine," Rachel said. "I pump iron a couple of times a week. Clay--likes to look at naked women, and they agreed to pose for him."
"The one in the middle doesn't have any tits," Gretchen blurted. "Just nipples." She put her hand over her mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry. I warned you."
"I call them breasts in public," Rachel said with a soft laugh. "Otherwise, I call them tits. Some people call them boobs. To me, boobs are assholes, schmucks or turkeys. Clay always calls them tits, wherever he is."
"Why doesn't she have tits? With that short hair, she looks like a man with big nipples. Pumping iron doesn't do that, or you would be flat-chested. The other two aren't bad, but they sure don't have what you do."
"What a nice compliment, dear," Rachel said with a smile. "Thank you. You've seen flat-chested women, haven't you?"
"Yeah, a few, but they had more than just nipples."
Rachel picked up the remote control and fast-forwarded the tape. "You ought to like this one."
Gretchen looked at the tall woman with big tits flexing her muscles and posing. "Oh, yeah, she's much better." She cocked her head to the side and studied the woman. "She's as big as I am. Maybe I ought to try pumping iron."
"I can see why," Gretchen said softly. "She's beautiful."
Julie stopped posing and turned to face the camera. A naked man entered from behind her and put his arms around her. Gretchen watched raptly as he cupped Julie's tits and pointed her nipples at the camera. Julie squirmed her ass and the head of his hard cock popped out between her thighs. She wiggled her ass and slid her bush back and forth along the shaft.
"Oh, wow!" Gretchen whispered.
Julie took a step to the side, slid her hand under his cock and displayed it to the camera.
"Oh, double wow!" Gretchen exclaimed.
Julie went to her hands and knees. The man knelt behind her, slowly pushed his cock into her snatch and began to bang his belly against her ass. Her body began to rock and her large dangling tits began to swing and sway.
"Oh, fuck, how exciting!" Gretchen breathed. The picture faded to black, and she looked at Rachel. Her face was flushed with passion.
"What do you think?" Rachel said.
"Super," Gretchen said softly. "Far out!" She looked at her empty glass. She was clutching it so hard that her knuckles were white. "May I get another drink? I think I need it."
Rachel took her glass and went to the bar. Gretchen watched her ass for a moment, then looked at Clay.
He smiled and winked. "Did you like watching them?" he said.
Gretchen blushed, but it didn't show. Her face was still glowing with excitement. "Yeah," she muttered. "I've never seen anything like it."
Rachel gave Gretchen her glass and said, "You lead a pretty sheltered life on a ranch, huh?"
Gretchen took a big gulp of her drink. "Well, I know the facts of life. Everyone who grows up on a ranch does. But I've never seen people do it."
Rachel held out a long gift-wrapped box. "I have a present for you, too."
Gretchen set her glass down and took the box with shaky hands. "You're both too good to me." She opened the box and took out a heavy gold chain. "Oh, a necklace. It's so pretty. And it feels like solid gold."
"It isn't a necklace, dear," Rachel said. "It's a belly chain." She took the chain from Gretchen. "You let Clay put your anklet on. May I put this on you?"
"I've admired belly chains in catalogs. Never thought I would own one." Gretchen stood up. "I can't wear it over my dress, can I?"
Rachel and Clay almost held their breath. Gretchen had passed the first two tests. If she took off her dress to let Rachel put the belly chain on her, they would be home free.
"Oh, you could, but it would look funny," Rachel said.
"Well, then...." Gretchen turned her back to Rachel. "Will you unzip me?" She held her hands over her breasts as Rachel pulled her zipper down. She turned back around, glanced quickly at Clay, and let the top of her dress fall. "I've never undressed in front of a man," she said quietly.
"Just as I suspected," Clay said, looking at the large cups of her white cotton bra. "You shouldn't hide your light under a bushel basket, dear."
"That's what this dress looks like, doesn't it?" Gretchen pushed her dress over her hips and stepped out of it.
"We'll change that tomorrow, honey," Rachel said. She fastened the belly chain around Gretchen's waist. "It looks just right on you." She removed Gretchen's glasses, unfastened her tight bun and let her long blonde hair fall down her back. Then she removed her bra and stepped back. "There, that's much better."
"Tantalizing," Clay agreed. "Very sexy."
Gretchen made no effort to cover her tits. Her hands weren't large enough to do the job anyway. She looked at Clay shyly and blushed. "I gave Clay a kiss when he put my anklet on. Do you want me to give you one?"
"Of course," Rachel said. "Turn about is fair play."
"I've never kissed a girl."
"Kissing a woman is the same as kissing a man. Kiss me the same way you kissed Clay."
Rachel put her hands on Gretchen's shoulders. As Gretchen moved forward, she raised up on her toes so their nipples touched.
A bolt of lightning shot through Gretchen and came out her pussy. She stopped and looked at her tits. "Oh, wow!" she whispered. "That makes my toes tingle."
Rachel grinned and wiggled her chest. Her nipples grazed lightly across Gretchen's. "How about your clit?"
Gretchen took a deep breath. "Yeah, it tingles too."
Rachel tightened her arms around Gretchen's neck, pulled her closer and kissed her lightly on the lips.
Gretchen shivered. "Kissing a girl isn't the same as kissing a man," she whispered. "Your lips are much softer." She hugged Rachel and kissed her more passionately.
Rachel broke the kiss and caressed Gretchen's cheeks. "Are you a virgin, darling?"
"I don't have a hymen," Gretchen said softly. "Riding horses took care of that inconvenience."
"That isn't what I asked."
"I've never...." Gretchen took a deep breath again. "I've jerked a couple of guys off, but that's all. Not by choice. I wanted them to ... "
"Do you want another drink, darling?" Rachel said.
Gretchen tightened her arms around Rachel. "No. You asked me here so Clay can...? "
"Say it, darling," Rachel said quietly. "What do you think Clay wants to do?"
Gretchen glanced at Clay and blushed. "He wants to fuck me," she muttered.
"Are you drunk, darling?"
Gretchen shook her head gently. "No. I've had just enough to squelch my inhibitions."
"Do you want my husband to fuck you?"
"If I say yes, will you be angry?"
"No," Rachel assured her.
"What will you do if he does fuck me?" Now that she had uttered the word once, it was easier to say.
"Why, darling, I'll help him!" Rachel laughed merrily.
Gretchen kissed Rachel again. "Yes, I want him to fuck me. It's about time somebody wanted to!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Clay got up and went to the women. He took Gretchen in his arms and kissed her passionately. She accepted his tongue and responded eagerly. When he broke the kiss, she was breathing fast.
Rachel sat on the couch and spread her legs. She unsnapped the crotch of her teddy and began to finger her slit with a light touch.
"Would you like another drink?" Clay said.
"No," Gretchen breathed. "I want to be wide awake and fully alert." She kissed him on the lips. "I don't know what to do. You'll have to be patient with me."
"Everything will come naturally, darling," Rachel said. "You have fire in your soul."
"In my pussy, too!" Gretchen giggled.
Clay sat Gretchen on the couch by his wife. He pulled the footstool in front of her and sat down. She felt perfectly comfortable sitting there wearing her plain cotton panties and pretty gold belly chain. She glanced at Rachel's finger as it glided up and down her slit.
"Neat," she said with a grin. "This is turning out to be a wonderful birthday."
"Do you masturbate, darling?" Rachel asked.
"Yeah, a lot more than I like," Gretchen said. "What choice do I have?"
"Oh, I love to jack off," Rachel said.
"Yeah, but you can do it just for fun. You have a man to take care of you later. I do it because I don't have anything else."
"Do you have orgasms when you jack off?"
"Yeah, little teeny ones," Gretchen said, holding her hand up with her thumb and forefinger barely a quarter-inch apart.
"You're a beautiful young woman, Gretchen. You ought not hide your beauty under baggy clothes." Clay put his hands on her naked knees. "I'm going to get you off, and you're going to love it." He hooked his fingers in the top of her panties. "Lift your pretty ass so I can get these out of the way. Rachel and I want to look at all of you. I'll bet your pussy is as pretty as the rest of you."
Gretchen lifted her ass without hesitation. "Aren't you going to undress?" She wanted to see his cock. She'd never had anything bigger than her finger in her. If he was hung like the guy in the video who fucked Julie, she didn't know if she could handle him.
Clay put his finger across her lips. "In a little while. First, I want to make you feel very, very good."
"Believe me, darling, he can make you feel absolutely wonderful!" Rachel said.
Clay gently pushed Gretchen's knees apart. No one had ever touched her intimately. She watched his hands raptly. He traced the tips of his fingers lightly over the inside of her thighs. The feathery touch tickled, made her nerves tingle.
"That tickles," she giggled softly. Goose bumps popped up all over her body.
"Does it feel good?" Rachel asked.
"Yeah, I like it," Gretchen replied.
Clay caressed every inch of the soft, lovely skin in her crotch. He was in no hurry to penetrate her, not even with his finger, until she grew accustomed to his touch and relaxed completely.
Rachel continued to idly finger her snatch. "Is your pussy wet, darling?" she asked.
"Yeah," Gretchen breathed. She felt the lips of her pussy opening spontaneously. "It's never been so wet, not even when I play with it."
Clay gently spread the lips wider. He firmly believed that a man should never stick his dick in such a pretty pussy until he had thoroughly licked it and gotten the woman off at least once. He leaned forward and she felt his warm breath stir the hair around her slit. She saw his tongue snake out toward her tender flesh.
"Oh, wow!" Gretchen whispered. "He's going to lick my pussy, Rachel." She wondered what her pussy tasted like.
"Oh, darling, you'll love the way he licks pussy," Rachel said. "He's got the fastest tongue in the west."
Clay's tongue slithered along her slit. Totally new, totally different feelings welled up in her, and Gretchen thought she would die with pleasure. She had never felt anything so wonderful.
"Scoot your ass forward," Clay said, his mouth scant inches from her thick pussy lips. "Put your sweet pussy on my mouth. Feed it to me."
He couldn't have said anything more appropriate at the moment. She spread her legs a little wider and scooted her ass forward, presenting her twat to him. Holding her hotly charged slit tenderly between his fingers, he brushed his lips across the lips and licked her slick hole.
"Oh, wow!" Gretchen whispered. She stared at his tongue as it wiggled in her twat. "Ohhh, that feels good. I've never felt anything like it!"
"Hmmm, tasty," Clay said. "Simply delicious."
"You're trying to make me envious," Rachel said.
Gretchen didn't hear her. Heavenly, alien sensations invaded her body and befuddled her virgin mind. She grabbed Clay's head and pulled his mouth to her pussy. "Oooh, Clay, darling, please," she pleaded. "Lick me, Clay! Eat my pussy! I think I'm going to ... ooohhh, I can feel it starting ... oh, Clay, I'm ... oh, how goood!" Her sex gun fired and her words became a piercing wail. The wail turned into a deep-throated scream.
Her lightning-fast response took him by surprise. He continued to lick her slit and slurp up her savory juice. As she reached the peak of her passion, he scoured her clit with his lively tongue.
She ooohed and aaahed and cooed and sighed and squirmed happily. "Lick my clit, darling," she moaned. "Oh, baby, I love what you're doing to me!"
She went from her first orgasm to her second without pause. She came for the third time and nearly passed out from the shocking sensations. He withdrew his tongue and kept his mouth on her snatch and let her come back down to earth.
Gretchen pushed his head back and bent over. She licked his lips, then kissed him passionately. "Oh, you darling man," she whispered. "That was fantastic."
"I told you that you would like it," Rachel said.
"That has to be the understatement of the year!" Gretchen said with a deep sigh. She looked at Clay with adoration. "Undress, darling. I want to see your cock."
"Rachel thought you were going to be difficult to seduce," he laughed as he stood and started taking off his clothes.
"I just look like a mouse," Gretchen replied. "I've been waiting for someone I like to make a move on me. I hope I'm not being too forward."
"Never, darling," Rachel laughed.
"Thank you for making me feel so good, Clay. What do you want me to do in return?"
"What do you want to do?" He stripped down to his shorts.
Gretchen eyed the bulge his cock made in his shorts. She knew what she wanted to do. She didn't know exactly how to go about it. She reached out and yanked his shorts down to his knees. She stared at his semi-erect prick with wide-eyed wonder. "Whoa, am I back on the ranch?" She began to fondle his prick and balls with both hands. The shape and texture fascinated her. "Ummm, your cock feels so warm and silky," she said softly. She kissed the tip lovingly. "I want to suck you, but I'm not sure I know how." She looked at Rachel. "Will you show me how you suck him?"
Clay chuckled. "Honey, that's like asking a glutton if he--likes to eat."
"He thinks I'm a glutton for sex, darling," Rachel said. She scooted over until her hip touched Gretchen's. "He's right. And he loves it."
"Let me sit down," Clay said.
"No, stay where you are so Gretchen and I can pass your cock back and forth;" Rachel said. She sat up and wrapped her right fist around the rigid pole and stroked it gently. "It's so long and thick and hot."
"It's absolutely beautiful," Gretchen said.
"I like to play with a cock," Rachel said.
She kissed the tip. Her tongue flicked out and curled around the knob. She began to lick the end of his prick and slide her right hand up and down the full length of his shaft. She opened her mouth wide and took the knob between her lips. He stared down at her face, at his cock lodged in her mouth. He loved the feel of her sexy, moist mouth engulfing his cock.
"Ahhh, so nice," he mumbled breathlessly. "You really know how to treat a cock, baby."
Rachel pulled her mouth away and grinned. "You're just saying that so I'll keep doing it," she teased. She took his cock back into her mouth. She moved her head forward slowly and let the knob slide into her mouth until the tip touched the back of her throat.
"Look at her, Gretchen," he muttered. "She's swallowing the whole damn thing."
"I am looking!" Gretchen whispered excitedly. "She looks so provocative with her mouth full of your cock."
Rachel took her husband's cock out of her mouth and passed it to Gretchen. "Here, you try it now."
"I hope I do it right," Gretchen said softly. The tip of his cock was only a few inches from her mouth. She studied it carefully and a flush came to her cheeks.
"There is no right or wrong, darling," Rachel said. "Let nature take its course. Any woman who wants to suck cock instinctively knows how."
Gretchen put her right hand around his dick and began to stroke it. She put left hand between his legs, cupped his balls and rolled them in her hand. "That's where all your nice warm juice is stored," she murmured. She felt so audacious sitting there naked, getting ready to suck a man's cock while his wife watched and gave advice. Her mouth watered for her first ever taste of manly meat. "Am I doing it right?"
"Perfectly," he said. "You handle me very well. I like the way you squeeze when you move your hand forward. It feels like you're milking me."
"You think I'd make a good little milkmaid, huh?"
"You'd have the farm workers beating down the barn door to get in," he chuckled.
"Well, I grew up on a ranch, don't forget. I had to milk two cows every day."
She held his shaft with both hands and teasingly licked his bare cockhead. Her mouth closed over the bulging knob and she glanced up at him, her lips shining wetly as she smiled with her sparkling eyes. She let his iron-hard love muscle slide into the depths of her mouth and sighed with contentment.
She reached forward and cupped his balls in the palm of her left hand. Ripples of pleasure fluttered through him. She lifted her head and licked the inside of his thighs. His prick bumped against her cheek as her head moved around in his crotch.
"Don't cum in my mouth, darling," she murmured. "I want your first load in me."
"Whatever you want, baby," he replied. He caressed her cheeks and smoothed the hair on top of her head as she took his cock back into her mouth. "You catch on quickly," he murmured with pleasure. "With a little practice, you're going to be a wonderful cocksucker. Can you swallow all of it?"
CHAPTER FIVE
Gretchen mumbled unintelligibly and shook her head. She felt Rachel's soft hand on her cheek and cut her eyes up.
Rachel smiled brightly and said, "Breathe deeply through your nose and take your time, darling." Her fingers played around Gretchen's mouth, touching her lips and Clay's cock. "Hum a little tune. The vibrations will feel good to him and take your mind off the impulse to gag." She looked up at Clay. "Give your wife a little kiss while your new sex partner sucks your cock, darling." She continued to trace her fingers lightly around Gretchen's widely stretched lips as she kissed her husband on the mouth, the end of his nose, the cheek, and then the forehead.
Gretchen relaxed and began to hum softly and breathe deeply through her nose. She lowered her head slowly and carefully took more of Clay's prick into her mouth. She paused when the tip touched the back of her throat and fought back the urge to gag.
"You can do it, darling," Rachel said encouragingly as her fingers continued their slow, tickling journey around Gretchen's lips.
Gretchen abruptly plunged her mouth down on Clay's prick. Before she stopped, her lips were stretched around the base of his hefty organ and his public hair was tickling her nose.
"Oh, darling, you did it," Rachel said, happy for her young friend and her husband. "My darling husband simply adores a good cocksucker."
Clay's hips began to rock back and forth in rhythm with the bobbing of her head as she fucked herself in the mouth with his rod. Gretchen continued to suck Clay's cock a few more minutes, then lifted her head. She kissed the tip, curled her tongue around the shiny knob, then tilted her head back.
He bent down and covered her wet lips with his. He slid his tongue into her mouth and savored the sweetness. He reached down with both hands, hefted her heavy tits and began to knead and fondle the large, solid mounds. She stroked his cock and massaged his balls as she held her mouth open for his tongue, sucking and nibbling at it as it slithered around in her mouth. He broke the kiss and thrust his hips forward. His stiff prick stuck out like an iron bar.
"Just look at this thing," he said. "It's about to burst."
His cock twitched and throbbed. Her long, pink tongue flicked out and stabbed at the slit in the tip of his prick. He leaned over and kissed her tenderly.
She broke the kiss and licked his lips and chin. "Neat taste," she giggled softly.
Clay lay down by Gretchen and put his arms around her. She shivered and melted into his arms as his strong prick poked her in the belly.
Rachel moved over and sat on the arm of the couch at Clay's feet. She spread her legs and went back to playing with her pussy.
"Fuck me, darling," Gretchen said softly.
"In a few minutes," he replied. "First, you need to learn about foreplay." He slid his hand between them and covered her hairy mound.
She fell back against the back of the couch and lifted her upper leg to give him full access to her cunt. She could swear her pussy made a kissing sound when the lips opened. He eased his finger into the top of her slit and touched her quivering clit.
"Oooooo," she whispered as she wrapped her fist around his hard prick.
She alternately squeezed, pulled, and relaxed her hand as his middle finger played in her hairy slit. The lips of her pussy puffed up and opened wider. His finger slid down to her hole and eased in. She could barely keep her thighs apart and let him play with her hot twat. His touch excited her so much, she wanted to clamp her legs together and hold his hand there forever.
Rachel had a clear view of Gretchen's crotch. She began to flog her clit a little faster as she watched her husband play in the young blonde's cunt.
Clay propped up on his elbow and pushed his finger all the way into Gretchen's slick sheath. He curled his finger and wiggled the tip over the top of her cunt. He touched a place she didn't know existed. The sensation made her mind whirl. She gasped out loud and jerked her hips. She threw her leg over the back of the couch to open her crotch wide. She gave him her body without reservation, inviting him to do whatever he wished. Her breath came in harsh, uneven gasps. She tightened her grip on his prick to keep touch with reality.
He continued to probe her cunt and massage her G spot as he took one dusky nipple in his mouth. He gnawed the rubbery bud gently and flicked it with the tip of his tongue. His mouth began to go back and forth, from one tit to the other. He licked and chewed her bloated tit tips as his finger plundered her cunt. He was driving her slowly mad, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm.
Suddenly, without warning, she started cumming. She clung to his cock so hard, her knuckles turned white. Her body jerked and twisted. Her head whipped back and forth. Just before she lost her mind, he withdrew his finger. He lay down and pulled her over him. She straddled his hips and rose to her knees, still in the throes of orgasm. Her shapely legs were spread so far apart that her cunt lips hung open. The head of his cock was poised at the wet hole at the bottom of her slit.
"Put my cock in you," he said.
In an erotic daze, she grasped his hard cock and guided the head to the entrance of her cunt. He pulled down on her hips, forcing the cheeks of her ass down to his thighs. Her voracious gash ate every inch of his prick in one gulp. His hard prick set off new waves of sensation as it plunged into her.
"Oh, God!" she yelped. "I'm going to cum again!" She began to squirm and twist and buck, nearly out of control, as her orgasm roared through her. She fell forward and crushed her big, solid tits into his chest.
He put his right arm around her chest and his left hand on her shapely ass. "Now fuck yourself," he said softly.
"Ride his big cock, darling!" Rachel exclaimed. "Fuck yourself silly."
Gathering her strength, Gretchen began to lever her ass up and down. Responding to the pressure from his hand, she also twisted it in looping circles. Each time she took his prick to the root, her erect clit scrubbed through his pubic hair. Unbelievably, she was going to cum yet again! He held her ass down and made her scrub her clit around and around through his cock hair.
"Women get each other off by rubbing their clits together," he whispered. "Can't you just imagine the sight of two women doing that?"
Her mind befuddled by her orgasm, Gretchen wasn't sure what he meant. In a strange way, however, the words excited her and made her cum a little harder.
Rachel leaned over and caressed the cheeks of Gretchen's ass. "Cum again, darling," she said. "You can do it. You can cum as many times as you want. Just keep fucking."
Gretchen's ass went into motion again. This time, Clay didn't guide her. She knew what to do. When she started cumming again, he wouldn't let her scrub her clit against him. He made her keep working her ass up and down. She shivered and shook and pumped, no longer conscious of what she was doing. Her brain was on autopilot, demanding that her body continue to feed it the glorious, mind-boggling sensations.
His cock erupted and began to spew hot spunk deep into her cunt. She felt a finger tickling her asshole and wailed with erotic pleasure. She continued to hump and moan and cum until her passion waned, then collapsed on top of him, totally exhausted.
He held her quivering body, caressing it tenderly until she stirred. He kept her on top of him, enjoying her weight and the feel of her silky skin against his.
"My God!" she muttered. "I thought I was going to die."
"Cumming on a cock feels so good," Rachel said.
"Good doesn't come close to describing it!" Gretchen exclaimed. "I've never felt anything like it. She lifted her head and looked into Clay's eyes. "I hope I wasn't too bumbling. I felt you cum. Was it good for you?"
"Was it good for you, too, is supposed to be the man's line." He laughed, then kissed her mouth. "You weren't bumbling, dear. Not once you got started. All I had to do was lie there and let you fuck me. And yourself. You were very, very good. With just a little more practice, you'll be outstanding."
"What did you do to me with your finger?"
"He got your G spot, darling," Rachel said. "Just wait until the head of his cock rubs it."
Gretchen sat up astride Clay's hips. "I don't know if I'm ready for that. I'll probably die of pleasure." She slid over and sat down with her legs spread. She looked at her sticky pussy and grinned. "You must have pumped about a gallon of cum in me. It's running out of my pussy."
"That's normal for him, darling," Rachel said. She did a half-roll off the couch and ended up between the young blonde's legs. "I'll take care of it so you don't stain the couch."
Gretchen looked down, and there was Rachel's head between her thighs. "Rachel? What...? " The brunette's tongue speared into her sloppy cunt and she said, "Ooohhh, that feels good!"
Rachel began to cleanse Gretchen's gooey snatch with her tongue. She licked her husband's sticky seed from the outside, then went after what he shot inside. She lifted her legs to tilt her cunt and began to spear her tongue into the blonde's tender little honey hole.
Gretchen caressed the top of Rachel's head, looked at Clay, and grinned. "You knew she was going to lick my pussy, didn't you?"
"Yes. This morning, she asked me if I thought you would let her. You don't mind, do you?"
"You have to be kidding," she whispered. "I couldn't stop her if I wanted to!"
Gretchen stared at the head between her thighs. A woman's head. A woman with a tongue in her pussy. Licking her clit more delightfully than Clay licked it. She couldn't believe she was calmly allowing another woman to lick her pussy. Not exactly calmly. She felt another orgasm coming on. She began to hunch at Rachel's mouth as the brunette's terrific tongue action on her clit kicked her emotions into high gear. She leaned back on the couch, looked at Clay, and began to verbalize her passion. Her climax was brief and turbulent and intensely gratifying. She moaned deeply and pushed Rachel's head away.
"Oh, darling, please, stop," she gasped. "Your tongue is driving me crazy! If you keep that up, you'll make me cum again, and I'll die."
Rachel straightened up on her knees and kissed Gretchen tenderly. "Did you like the way I licked you?" she asked softly.
"I loved it!" Gretchen exclaimed. "You drove me crazy with your tongue." She looked at Clay and grinned. "I don't want to damage your male ego, darling, but I must tell you that your wife licks pussy better than you do."
"My male ego is very secure," he laughed. "I've seen her in action enough to know that she's better."
Rachel reached up and caressed Gretchen's cheek. "Your orgasm didn't last long, darling. Are you complimenting me just to be polite?"
"Oh, no, darling!" Gretchen said quickly. "Don't forget, this is my first time. I've never fucked or been sucked off. I wore myself out on Clay's cock, then you jangled my nerves with your tongue. It might have been quick, but it felt wonderful. Tell you what. Just to show you that I liked it, why don't I lick your pussy?"
"Oh, goodie!" Rachel trilled. "Let's do each other at the same time." She hopped onto the couch and started to lie down.
CHAPTER SIX
"No," Gretchen said gently. "You're too good. You warp my mind when you lick my clit. I want to concentrate on doing you. Let me do a solo the first time, then we'll do it together if you wish."
"I wish very much!" Rachel said, beaming brightly. "I thought you were going to say that you didn't want to lick my pussy."
"You and your darling husband have given me the best birthday present I've ever had," Gretchen said. "Licking your pussy is the least I can do to return such a marvelous gift."
"I don't want you to feel an obligation just because I licked your pussy," Rachel said. "Don't ever do anything with anybody that makes you uncomfortable."
"Oh, darling, I feel so comfortable that I'm giddy with happiness! I want to lick your pussy. I want you and Clay to teach me everything you do together." Gretchen grinned. "Or with others."
"Don't get carried away," Clay warned. "Rachel loves to take me up the ass."
Gretchen looked at him and lifted one eyebrow. "So? If she can do it, so can I!"
Clay roared with laughter. "Oh, darling, we hit the jackpot this time," he said.
Rachel patted Gretchen's cheek. "You are so precious, darling."
Gretchen slid off the couch and knelt in front of Rachel. She pushed her knees apart and leaned forward between her shapely thighs. She looked up and smiled shyly. "Don't be upset if I don't do it right the first time, darling. Bear with me, I'll learn."
"Oh, darling, I would never be upset with you!" Rachel assured her. "The way you're going, you'll be teaching us before long!" She leaned over, hefted Gretchen's tits and kissed both of her cheeks.
Gretchen's nipples were already hard and pointy. When Rachel touched them, her tits swelled to a fullness that surpassed anything she had ever felt. Rachel's hands were marvelously soft and deft and gentle as she kneaded and caressed her tits. Clay's presence, his intense gaze, enhanced the eroticism of the situation.
Rachel kissed Gretchen on the mouth and she responded enthusiastically without thought. The zesty reminder of where Rachel's mouth had been electrified her taste buds. Her heart was galloping so hard in her chest she was sure Rachel and Clay could hear its loud thump. She had never felt so profoundly stimulated.
Gretchen broke the kiss and stared at Rachel's nude mound, at another woman's pussy lips. The alluring sight made her shudder with passion. Her own pussy was dripping wet again.
Rachel cupped her left tit and presented her taut nipple to the young blonde. She put her right hand behind Gretchen's head and pulled her forward.
The first experience of sucking another woman's tit aroused Gretchen even more. The brunette's nipple was thick and puffy with excitement. She nipped it tenderly with her teeth and sucked it gently, making it grow larger, enjoying the way it felt between her lips. Her mouth left Rachel's nipple and slowly moved lower, down her trim torso, across her taut belly and stopped just above her hairy slit.
"I get so excited when you look at my pussy," Rachel murmured. She peeled her cunt lips open with the tips of her fingers. "Can you see my clit?" she asked coyly. She knew damn well that her love button was impossible to miss.
"Fabulous," Gretchen whispered in wonderment. "Mine isn't little, but yours is bigger."
"Even a blind man could find either one of them," Clay quipped. "My wife has an oral fixation. She would rather get her pussy licked than fuck."
"That isn't entirely true," Rachel replied, trying to sound indignant. "I always want a cock in me after I get my pussy licked." She chuckled. "It's only a matter of getting your priorities in order."
Gretchen eased her middle finger into the brunette's sopping love hole. "Hmmm, that feels good. So hot and wet and tight. So much more exciting than sticking my finger in my own pussy." She withdrew her finger and put it in her mouth. "Tastes good, too." She wet the tip of her finger with saliva and put it gently on Rachel's fat clit.
Rachel's excited moans and agitated wiggles encouraged her. She began to massage the bloated love button more vibrantly. Suddenly, she slid her finger lower, stuck it up the brunette's muggy fuck channel and began to lick her clit.
"Fuck me with your tongue," Rachel whispered hotly.
Gretchen withdrew her finger from Rachel's cunt and used all of her fingers to pull the deep, hairy crack wide open. She stuck out her tongue as far as it would go and stabbed it into the hole where her finger had been.
Rachel announced her conspicuous delight with a loud whoop. She spread her legs further apart and began to hunch her cunt at the young blonde's mouth. Gretchen speared the liquefied sheath with a deep moan of triumph. The wanton act of chowing down on a pussy was thoroughly to her liking.
Rachel's pussy was drenched with sexual exhilaration. A lusty desire to reciprocate for the way Rachel licked her pussy overwhelmed Gretchen. She dug her tongue greedily, if not expertly, into the luscious gash between the brunette's quivering thighs, thoroughly thrilling Rachel. Spurred on by the sex storm swirling through her own mind, she slid her hands under Rachel's ass and devoted herself to licking and tongue-fucking her sexy flesh. Her eagerness to taste the brunette's essence, to please the sophisticated woman, made up for her lack of experience. She simply let her desire be her guide.
Rachel threw her legs over Gretchen's shoulders and clasped her fingers behind the young blonde's head. "Oh, darling," she moaned. "I love your tongue! You're getting my pussy so good!" She gurgled and cooed and hunched. "Lick my clit now, darling! Make me cum really hard!"
Rachel pressed her silky inner thighs tightly against Gretchen's head as she began to lick and suck with gusto. She drew the blonde's big, erect bud into her mouth and vibrated her tongue on the sensitive bud.
Rachel went wild. Gretchen clung to her buttocks as she thrashed violently. Gretchen rode out her turbulent orgasm, dutifully licking and sucking on her agitated clit until her passion ebbed.
Rachel relaxed her legs and sighed deeply. "Damn, you're good," she murmured. "I thought I was going to blast right into space."
Gretchen straightened up and gave Rachel a sloppy tongue kiss. "I liked doing it. Making another woman cum gave me a special thrill."
"If I can break up this mutual admiration affair, I'd like one of you to take care of this," Clay said, pointing to his stiff cock.
"I'm sure Gretchen wants it as much as I do," Rachel laughed.
"You know what to do," Clay said.
Rachel flopped onto her back. "Lie down on top of me, darling," she said.
"I'm pretty big," Gretchen said doubtfully. "I might squash you."
Rachel held out her arms. "You don't have to put all of your weight on me. Come on, you won't hurt me. Put your tits on top of mine and stretch out. Clay will take turns fucking us until we both cum. We'll both get a lot of his cock and a little of his juice."
"The head of my cock will also get your G spot," he told Gretchen. "You can even rub your clits together and get a little more pleasure."
He leaned down and licked both slits, starting at the bottom of Rachel's and going up to the bottom of Gretchen's inverted gash. She lifted her ass and shook it at him. He drove into her cunt so hard that he forced her clit down against his wife's. Both women began to squirm and wiggle and buck. He went from one cunt to the other, fucking them powerfully.
"This is great," Gretchen whispered. "I can feel your clit against mine." She sucked her breath in sharply. "Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum. I hope I never stop!"
Rachel extracted herself from the pile of flesh and stood up. "I need something to eat," she muttered.
Gretchen rolled onto her back, spread her legs, and giggled. "Well, if you must, I guess I can stand it one more time."
Clay sat up and laughed. "Darling, didn't you call her a little mouse this morning?"
"She just looked like a mouse in that granny dress, her hair in a tight bun and those horn rim glasses. No offense, darling."
"No offense taken," Gretchen said. "I know how I look. I'm not worried. You said you would take care of that tomorrow."
"Well, I think you're more of a cat anyway," Rachel said.
Gretchen stretched and grinned. "Well, a pussy anyway. Guess I'd better drag my ass out of here so you nice people can go to bed."
"Unless you have a couple of guys waiting at your apartment, you aren't going anywhere," Rachel said. "We have a huge bed, and Clay loves to sleep snuggled down between two soft women. Come on, I think we have some cold fried chicken and French bread and wine."
"How about champagne?" Clay said. "We've got a couple of bottles in the refrigerator."
"I've never had champagne," Gretchen said. "Rachel, do you think it will make my clit and nipples tingle, the way it does yours?"
"Only one way to find out, darling. After we eat, you and I will take a shower together, then let Clay watch us do a sixty-nine. Who knows, that limp thing dangling between his legs might get some new life in it, and he can fuck us again."
"I'll never live to see daylight," Clay groaned.
"Well, at least you won't die with a hard-on!" Gretchen laughed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Rachel woke Gretchen by lightly tickling her pussy. "Good morning, darling," she said brightly. "Would you like ham and eggs or ham and waffles for breakfast?"
"All of the above," Gretchen laughed. "I'm as hungry as a lumberjack. Where's Clay?"
"Playing golf. He had an early tee-off time. You know where the bathroom is. I put out a new toothbrush for you."
You look chipper," Rachel said as Gretchen came into the kitchen. "Fucking half the night must agree with you."
"It sure makes me hungry," Gretchen replied. "Maybe I'd better just have cereal. I gain two pounds just smelling eggs or waffles cooking."
"Yeah, like you have to worry about your weight. You're a big girl. A couple of pounds won't show."
"Don't remind me how big I am."
Rachel smiled. "I wasn't being critical, darling. You have lovely tits, a foxy ass and a stunning shape."
"I really showed everything off last night, didn't I?"
"Every beautiful inch of it, darling. As soon as we give you a new appearance, you'll have to fight the guys off with a big stick."
"I'm afraid I'll still be as plain as an old shoe," Gretchen said dourly.
"No, darling, I can guarantee you won't. I've never met a woman who didn't look plain in the wrong clothes, without make-up. There might be some, but I've never met them. I wouldn't expect a man to give me a second look without make-up. Except maybe to scream in fright. Don't buy that feminist bullshit that women shouldn't look like or act like women. We can't deny that we have a crack between our legs and men have something to put in that crack."
"Clay sure filled my crack," Gretchen said dreamily. "I knew that I would enjoy fucking. I had no idea how much fun it would be."
"If I remember correctly, Clay's cock wasn't the only thing put in your crack," Rachel said with a sexy chuckle. "You probably won't have to jack off so much in the future. Unless you want to give the guys a show. Well, maybe just for the hell of it when you get horny and you don't have a man handy."
"Do you get yourself off very often?"
"Oh, yeah! Clay loves to watch me play with my pussy. Watching a woman jack off turns a lot of guys on."
"I feel so comfortable and uninhibited with you and Clay. I hope I don't freeze up with other people."
"Just think about how good it feels to cum, darling. You aren't the first young woman to worry about that. I was an inhibited frump until Clay took me under his wing. Thank God he did, and I listened to him."
"He's quite a bit older than you, isn't he?"
"How old do you think I am?" Rachel asked.
"Oh, about twenty-seven, twenty-eight," Gretchen said. "He's about forty, isn't he?"
"Did you check our teeth while we were asleep, the way you do horses to tell their age?" Rachel laughed.
"I'm just good at guessing ages. How close am I?"
"I'm twenty-seven. Clay is forty-one."
"I've heard that older men are better lovers, but they don't have much stamina. I can't speak from experience, but I would say that Clay is a wonderful lover, and he sure seems to have plenty of stamina."
"You're right on both counts, darling. And I can speak from experience."
"From the way Clay looked at me, I thought he wanted to fuck me. I hope he doesn't think I let him have me to keep my job. I want to get ahead on my business ability, not my fucking ability."
"If he thought that, you would never have had the chance to spread for him. He isn't a chauvinist, darling. Unfortunately, some people think all men are automatically guilty of chauvinism. They're right when they say women have to be better than men to get and keep a job. They don't understand that's merely a fact of life we have to accept for a while. We won't change anything by being shrill and acting like men. We'll do it by being better on the job.
"We already have the upper hand when it comes to sex. They don't want to admit it, but there are damned few men who can give a good woman more cock than she can handle. One woman, even one who's mediocre in bed, can sure as hell give a man a lot more pussy than he can handle. Two or three will go into one a lot more often than one will go into two or three." Rachel grinned. "Sexual math, darling. Been around since the beginning.
"I'll tell you what liberated is. I can work if I want, but I don't have to. Men open doors for me, help me with my coat and hold my chair. If I don't want to do something, there is always a man around to do it for me. I can fuck whoever I wish. All Clay asks is that I'm discreet, that I never neglect him, and that I don't do anything with other men that I won't do with him. Which is no problem. There isn't anything that I won't do with him. I probably fuck more men than he does women. Hell, I probably fuck more women than he does."
"Sounds like you've got it made in the shade," Gretchen mused.
"You'd better believe it, darling. And, with Clay's blessing, I take full advantage of it. I'm old-fashioned enough to believe that women ought to marry before they have kids. Otherwise, the main difference between a kept woman and a married woman is a piece of paper. In my case, I'm a kept woman with that piece of paper. And I love it. Now, let's put the dishes in the dishwasher and go shopping. I like shopping almost as much as I like sex."
"Who are you trying to kid?" Gretchen laughed.
"I made an appointment to get your hair done. We'll shop first. You ought to dress the way I do, short skirts and soft blouses. No bra. Let your lovely tits jiggle when you walk. And definitely no pantyhose. Garter belt and hose. Did you hear about the girl whose toes curled every time her guy fucked her? He asked her if he was that good, and she replied no, he never gave her time to take off her pantyhose. I will also show you how to use make-up."
"Are you trying to turn me into a sex siren?"
"Right on, darling. Sex sirens get whatever they want. Tone it down just a mite for the office. Let it all hang out when you're not working. Men are complicated, darling. They don't want their woman to dress provocatively, but they'll sure look at other women who do."
Rachel took them to the chic boutique where she did most of her shopping. She helped Gretchen pick out several outfits, then they went to the dressing room and Gretchen tried them on.
Rachel felt a familiar stirring in her loins as she watched the young woman try on different outfits. "You are such a beautiful young woman, darling," she said. "You have the figure of a young goddess. Your tits are so firm and high, with such pretty nipples. And I simply adore your foxy ass. You ought to trim your bush so the lips of your pussy show. They're so long and thick and suckable."
"You make me feel self-conscious," Gretchen mumbled.
"Remember what you told me yesterday? If you've got it, flaunt it." Rachel shook inside. She wanted to lick the young woman's pussy so badly, she could almost taste it. "Which of those outfits do you like?"
"All of them," Gretchen said with a big grin. "I look so much different in them."
"A grubby caterpillar becomes a beautiful butterfly. Come on, let's find some sexy lingerie to go with them. Wear sexy lingerie, and you'll feel sexy. When you feel sexy, it shows, and men will immediately pick up the signal."
"I'm already beginning to feel sexy," Gretchen giggled.
They went to the lingerie department and picked out garter belts, hose, bras, panties, and teddies. They took their selections back to the dressing room. Gretchen fumbled with the garter belt, so Rachel helped her attach it to the stockings. In the process, she touched Gretchen's thighs. She had to fight her urge to do a lot more than touch the smooth skin.
Rachel wasn't sure who shuddered more when Gretchen pulled the g-string up her shapely thighs. Innocently enough, she pulled it too far and the silky material slid into her cunt. Rachel enjoyed sliding a finger into her slit to retrieve it from her warm, moist depths. Her hands shook and her nipples popped out, hard and erect, pointing in invitation.
"Are you nervous, darling?" Gretchen asked coyly.
"We'd better go," Rachel said in a quivering voice.
Gretchen put her finger across Rachel's lips to silence her. A look of pure passion crossed her lovely face when Rachel licked her finger. She sat on the small stool and spread her legs.
Rachel burned with lust as she pulled the g-string to one side. She put the tip of her finger on Gretchen's clit and began to tongue-fuck her savory honey pot. Gretchen yelped out loud and came instantly.
The salesclerk rapped on the door and said, "Rachel, are you up to your usual tricks in there? At least keep it down so the other customers won't call the cops."
Rachel and Gretchen giggled quietly.
"Sorry," Rachel replied. "I got carried away." She gave Gretchen a soft tongue kiss and caressed her firm tits. She backed away suddenly and sighed. "I'd better not get started again, or I won't be able to stop."
"Right," Gretchen said quietly, her voice as jittery as Rachel's. "I'm going to wear this outfit so people won't think I'm some dowdy little urchin you picked up on the street. Silk feels so sensuous against my bare skin."
"See what you've been missing? Just wait until you walk and it rubs against your nipples."
"They're already getting hard!" Gretchen giggled.
Rachel paid with her credit card and they went out to the car. "Now we do something about those glasses," she said. "After that, we'll have lunch at my club, then get your hair done."
"Okay. Whatever you say. I'm in your hands."
"Not yet, darling," Rachel laughed. "But you soon will be. I would love to go down on you right now."
Gretchen looked around the crowded parking lot and grinned. "Maybe we'd better wait until we get home. I still have some inhibitions left."
"You won't for long," Rachel said prophetically.
They went to an optical shop that offered glasses in one hour and picked out a pair of designer frames. While the new lenses were being ground, the optician fitted Gretchen with contacts.
"Some people like colored lenses, in case they want to change the color of their eyes," he murmured as he checked Gretchen's eyes. "I don't recommend it in your case. Your eyes are such a beautiful color."
Rachel winked and grinned. The new clothes and Gretchen's new attitude were already having an effect on men. As they were driving to Rachel's club, she said, "Darling, I want you to get on your hands and knees and let Clay fuck you from the rear tonight. You'll really pop your cork when the bulging head of his big cock rubs your G-spot."
"I already pop my cork every time one of you gets near me!" Gretchen laughed.
"Any complaints or regrets?"
"Good God, darling, you have to be kidding!" Gretchen exclaimed.
"I have something special planned for this evening. A treat for Clay. You will help me, won't you?"
"As long as it doesn't involve pain or degradation, I'm willing," Gretchen replied.
"Trust me, darling. We would never degrade you. You might feel a tiny ache, but it won't last long. Then, you'll probably cum so hard you won't care."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Rachel had to show ID and sign in at the club. She escorted Gretchen into the dining room and said, "I'm going to have a big salad and lots of wine, darling. They serve the best Cobb salad in town here."
"I'll have the same," Gretchen said. "Maybe between all the exercise I get with you and Clay and watching my diet, I can lose a couple of pounds off my ass."
"Clay and I like your ass just the way it is, darling. By the way, you look like a totally new woman."
"Maybe after I get my hair done. What was the business at the door all about?"
"This is a private club," Rachel replied. "Women only. A few men work here, but men aren't allowed to join. You have to apply and wait for them to check you out." She signaled the waitress and ordered lunch.
"Oh, one of those exclusive places for rich people, huh?" Gretchen said.
Rachel shook her head. "No. The dues aren't all that high. They don't care how much money you have. They simply don't want undercover cops trying to sneak in."
"Oh? What goes on that the cops might be interested in?"
"You'll see," Rachel said with a grin. "Nothing illegal, so don't worry your pretty head. Do you want a man or a woman to give you a massage?"
"I don't know. I've never had a massage. What's the difference?"
"The women have only fingers and tongues. The men have tongues and fingers and cocks."
"Oh, now I understand why you don't want undercover cops in here," Gretchen chuckled. "I know the difference between men and women. Who gives a better massage?"
"The women."
"Then I'll take a woman."
"Be right back," Rachel said. When she came back to the table, lunch had been served. "You get Sonya. She's a big blonde. She might be rough, but you feel so damn good after she works you over."
"Who's going to do you?"
"Kurt. His cock doesn't compare to Clay's, but then not many do. He uses it and his tongue quite well."
"You're going to let him fuck you?"
"Of course. We're going to be in the same room, by the way. Isn't the salad good?"
"Delicious," Gretchen said with relish. "How did you and Clay get into swinging? Did it just happen, or did you plan it?"
"We planned it. Clay did anyway. I'm his second wife. His first wife thought you had to do it under the covers, in the dark. He told me all about her when we started dating. I told him that I didn't know much, but I was willing to learn. After a couple of weeks of getting turned inside out by him, I told him that I would do anything he wanted, no questions asked.
"I was a little nervous the first time. Clay arranged an encounter with a married couple. We all stayed in the same room. I saw the other woman go down on Clay, and I felt all of my inhibitions fall away. I liked watching her with Clay. Her husband wasn't bad. He wasn't Clay, but he gave me several good orgasms. As soon as the men finished, she went down on me and sucked my pussy better than any man ever had. Including Clay.
"She turned around and put her pussy on my lips. She rubbed her juicy hole all over my mouth and I lost it. I couldn't help myself. I stuck my tongue in her hot snatch and began lapping up her juice and all the cum Clay dumped in her. Then I went to work on her clit. I had never done anything that felt more natural. I sucked Clay off, so why not a woman?"
"I understand how you feel about Clay," Gretchen said. "He's quite a man. I'm glad he was my first lover."
"So am I, darling. A girl needs someone like him the first time. If she gets a dud, she thinks sex doesn't live up to all the hype." Rachel grinned and looked dreamy. "The first time he fucked me, he slid that big thing in me real slow. I was ready to take an oath that it was two feet long and as big as my wrist."
"Isn't it?" Gretchen giggled. "He hit bottom every time he banged it into me last night."
"Isn't that a kick in the head?" Rachel chortled. "Any cock that rocks the cradle is a good cock, whether it's thick or skinny. Looks like you're through eating. Ready for your massage?"
"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it."
"You should," Rachel agreed. "Come on. We can both use my locker. We'll take a shower, and see how you like letting someone pummel you."
They took a quick shower, wrapped themselves in large towels and went to the massage room. A big blonde woman flashed them a brilliant smile when they entered.
"Hello, Rachel," she said with a pronounced accent.
Stick a horned Viking helmet on her head and she could pass for one of the nine Valkyries. Or sing the lead in a Wagner opera. Her huge tits strained the seams of her white smock.
"Sonya, this is my friend, Gretchen Braun."
"Hello, honey," Sonya said. "You are German?"
Gretchen shook Sonya's hand. "My grandparents came over when they were kids," she said. "I've never had a massage. What do I do?"
Sonya pushed the two massage tables close together and patted one. "Throw away the towel and get on the table, honey. Sonya will take care of you."
The door opened and a tall blond man came in. "Hello, Rachel. Long time, no see."
"I've been around, Kurt," Rachel replied. "You were always busy."
Kurt grinned and shrugged his shoulders. "You know how it is, honey. So many women, so little time."
Rachel shed her towel and walked proudly across the room. She deliberately flashed Kurt when she climbed on the table and lay down.
"Want a massage first?" Kurt asked.
"Before, during and after, Kurt," Rachel said softly, but firmly. "I'm not one of your toys who doesn't get all she needs at home. With you, a climax is part of a massage, a nice way to relax, not an end in itself."
Kurt grinned weakly. "I'm sorry, Rachel. I sometimes forget my manners."
Rachel rolled onto her stomach and Kurt started the massage with her feet. Sonya set to work with skillful hands and warm, scented oil. The massage had a soothing effect. So relaxing, Gretchen mellowed out and dozed off.
Sonya patted Gretchen's bare bottom and said, "Turn over, darling."
Gretchen rolled over and saw Rachel lying on her back with her legs spread. Kurt was standing between her legs, naked. She smiled and watched him rub oil into Rachel's mound and play with her pussy. Rachel was right. His cock didn't compare to Clay's whopper.
Sonya took off her smock. She hoped Gretchen would play with her tits. Thinking about getting the pretty young blonde off excited her. She spread oil over the front of Gretchen's body and began to gently work it into her thick nipples. She licked her lips with anticipation when they began to fill out and stand up from her heavy tit mounds. She loved to suck cocks and clits and nipples. She began to lick Gretchen's luscious, hard nipples lightly.
Gretchen turned her head up and looked at Sonya's hefty tits. She rolled her head to the side and stared at the forest of dark blonde hair in Sonya's crotch.
"Ummm, your tongue feels good, Sonya," she whispered.
Sonya smiled and moved to the foot of the table. Her eyes wandered amorously up and down the voluptuous nude body stretched out in front of her. She poured oil on Gretchen's feet and began to massage them.
"You stopped licking too soon," Gretchen said quietly.
"I will be back," Sonya replied. She pulled Gretchen's legs apart and looked at her crotch. "Your pussy is pretty, honey." Her eyes drifted upward. "Your nipples are so hard."
"Your tongue made them tingle. Made my pussy wet, too." She turned her head to the side and looked at Rachel. Kurt was fucking her slowly and kneading her tits. "Looks like Rachel is getting a good massage," she giggled.
"She's a fine lady. Lots of life in that one."
"That feels good. Didn't know my muscles were so tense."
"Yes, a massage is good for what ails you. You're full of knots." Sonya used a liberal amount of the soothing oil as she kneaded and massaged every muscle in Gretchen's legs, neck and arms. "Such a pretty body," she said softly as her hands glided gently over Gretchen's body.
Gretchen relaxed completely. Sonya's deft hands found every kink and knot in her muscles. A warm, fuzzy cocoon of contentment enveloped her. She could quickly get addicted to such treatment. She continued to watch Kurt give Rachel an easygoing fuck. He held one of her legs straight up in the air and kneaded the calf as he pumped his prick slowly in and out of her.
Sonya went to the side of the table and leaned over to reach Gretchen's arm. Gretchen felt something gently brushing her lips. She looked up at one of Sonya's big tits swaying lazily with the movement of her body. Instinctively, her lips opened slightly and surrounded the thick, hard tit bud.
"You like to suck tit, huh?" Sonya murmured. "Do you also suck clit?"
"Uh hummmm," Gretchen mumbled around Sonya's nipple.
Sonya went back to the foot of the table and stood between Gretchen's legs. She pushed Gretchen's thighs apart and covered her downy mound with one soft hand. The touch electrified Gretchen. Her thighs automatically opened wider. She sighed and shuddered as two of Sonya's fingers slipped into her pussy.
"Good," Sonya said softly. "Your pussy is wet and ready." She spread slick cunt juice up and down Gretchen's gaping slit. "Nice pussy," she murmured. She captured Gretchen's bloated clit between her first and second finger.
A jolt of pleasure tore through Gretchen. She clenched her teeth and tensed.
"Relax, honey," Sonya said softly. "You are too tense to cum. Don't strain for it. Let it happen naturally."
Gretchen took a deep breath and willed herself to relax. "Okay," she breathed. "Get me. I do need to cum. A hell of a lot!"
"Every woman needs to cum a hell of a lot," Sonya laughed. She began to massage Gretchen's ultra-sensitive clit and eased two fingers of her other hand into the blonde's drenched love hole.
Gretchen reacted immediately. And violently. Her body began to jerk and shake. She hadn't realized how much the massage turned her on. She was going to cum! She wanted to prolong the wonderful sensations. Nothing could stop her orgasm at that point. She reached over, grabbed one of Rachel's hands and held it tightly.
Gretchen's legs began to quiver. Her body tensed. Sonya frigged Gretchen's clit swiftly and finger-fucked her hole faster. Gretchen began to hunch furiously on the masseuse's fingers. She arched her back and squealed loudly. She shuddered hard, then went limp and lay still, her eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. Sonya continued to slide her fingers slowly in and out of Gretchen's cunt.
Gretchen looked at Rachel and smiled. Kurt had gone down on her, and was busily licking her clit. "Did he get you off?" she asked quietly.
"Oh, yes," Rachel replied. "He gave me a good load. How do you like your massage so far?"
"Dynamite," Gretchen said.
"It gets better."
A shadow fell across Gretchen's face. She turned her head to the side and watched a naked man approach the table. His stiff prick stuck out from his loins, bobbing gently up and down as he walked. "Well, where did you come from?" she giggled.
"Through that door," he replied. "I'm Dick."
"Yes, you are," Gretchen snickered.
Dick rubbed the tip of his cock over her lips. "Do you want this?"
Without replying, Gretchen opened her mouth and accepted his cock. Sonya wiggled her fingers in Gretchen's pussy. She bent over and began to lick her clit. Rachel reached over and began to knead her tit.
"Good mouth," Dick murmured. He put both hands around Gretchen's other tit and played with the resilient flesh as she gobbled his cock.
Gretchen felt another glorious climax begin to build deep in her cunt. Her body began to writhe and undulate. She began to suck hard.
"Cum in her mouth, Dick," Rachel urged softly. "Wait until she starts cumming, then fill her mouth."
Dick didn't have to wait. Gretchen threw her cunt at Sonya's mouth and gurgled around his prick. Her ass beat a tattoo on the massage table as her orgasm washed over her. He grunted and squirted his jism down her gullet. She drained his balls, spit his cock out, and gave him a bright smile.
"Thank you, Dick," she said softly. "That hit the spot."
Dick stepped back and left the room. Sonya went back to the side of the table. She kissed Gretchen on the mouth, then began to massage her again. She spread her legs as Gretchen reached up and caressed her thick blonde muff.
"Play with my pussy, honey," she murmured.
Gretchen slid her fingers between the fat lips of the masseuse's snatch and began to rub her clit. Sonya sighed with delight. She always got so turned on in such a raunchy situation. She closed her eyes and began to vibrate as a delightful quake surged through her body. She opened her eyes, looked at Gretchen, and smiled.
Kurt and Sonya finished the massage, put a sheet over the women, and left the room.
"That was quite an experience," Gretchen said. "Thank you for bringing me." She sighed with happiness. "Everything I've done since last night has been a remarkable experience. Hard to believe that so little time has passed."
"Let's go get your hair done, darling," Rachel said. "Then we'll go home and you can have some more remarkable experiences."
CHAPTER NINE
Gretchen put down her packages and hugged Rachel fondly. "Thank you so much, darling," she said softly. "This has been a wonderful day. I feel like a new woman."
"You're very welcome, darling. You are a new woman." Rachel tilted her head back. "You're just the right height. My face is level with your tits when we hug."
"I am kind of big, aren't I?"
"You're beautiful," Rachel whispered sincerely. "And so damned sexy. I'm so glad you didn't freak out and run away when I put the make on you last night."
"You aren't the only one!" Gretchen giggled. "I had no idea what you were up to when you opened the door half-naked. When you put that sexy tape in the VCR, I thought I knew what you had in mind. I was pretty sure you wanted me to let Clay fuck me. I didn't think you also wanted to fuck me."
Clay came into the room and patted his wife on the ass. "Hello, dear. Who's the new girl?"
"You're sweet," Gretchen said. She turned to face him. "Do you like the new me?"
"You're gorgeous," Clay replied. "The ugly duckling has become a beautiful swan."
"You can thank your wife," Gretchen said.
"I merely helped you bring out your natural beauty, darling," Rachel said. She kissed Gretchen, then Clay. "Darling, why don't you make yourself comfortable? Gretchen and I are going to give you a special show."
"Take off your clothes first," Gretchen said. "I want to look at your gorgeous cock while your wife does whatever she's going to do to me."
"We're going to do it together, darling," Rachel said. "We're going to get him really turned on, then fuck him senseless."
Clay was undressed by the time Rachel finished her little speech. He sat down in his favorite chair and grinned. "Let the games begin, ladies."
Rachel kissed Gretchen passionately on the lips. She unbuttoned Gretchen's blouse and pushed it off her shoulders. "You look magnificent without a bra. Your tits jiggle when you walk and my mouth waters."
"You're making my pussy water," Gretchen said softly.
Rachel unfastened Gretchen's skirt and let it fall around her ankles. She put her face between the blonde's luxurious tits and tenderly kissed her smooth skin. She put her hands under Gretchen's voluptuous ass cheeks and tilted her head back.
They kissed, tenderly at first. Gretchen's lips became more supple, more sensuous and lively, and her tongue shot into Rachel's mouth. Rachel fondled Gretchen's ass and let her tongue explore for a few moments before capturing it and sucking it zealously. Gretchen squeezed her hand between their bodies and rubbed the brunette's cunt mound through her dress.
Rachel broke the kiss and laughed. "Now you've got my pussy watering. Sit on the couch."
Gretchen sat down with her legs open and looked at Clay. She began to trace the outline of her pussy lips with her middle finger. Love dew soaked the crotch of her panties. "If I threw my panties against the wall, they would stick like glue," she said. "It's a good thing you like a lot of juice. My pussy flows like a river when I get turned on. The thought of Clay watching us fuck makes me so horny I can hardly stand it."
Rachel sighed. "God, you turn me on." She opened a drawer in the end table and began to toss toys on the couch. "Just a few toys to amuse ourselves with."
"Your tongue is the only toy I need," Gretchen said. She cocked one eyebrow and grinned. "I thought you would keep those in your bedroom."
"She has another stash in there," Clay said with a chuckle. "I think she has a stash in every room in the house."
"A girl must always be prepared, darling," Rachel replied sweetly as she hurriedly removed her clothes. She kicked her dress away and skinned her thong panties down. She tossed her panties aside and knelt between Gretchen's legs. "Lift your ass," she said softly. She grasped the waistband of Gretchen's panties and pulled them down. She threw them over her shoulder toward Clay and licked her lips.
Gretchen's eyes glittered with passion. She smoothed Rachel's hair back and whispered, "You look so beautiful down there. Knowing you're going to lick my pussy gives me the shivers."
Rachel rubbed her palms over the inside of Gretchen's thighs. "like expensive satin," she muttered.
She left her hands at the junction of the blonde's crotch and leaned forward to kiss her pussy lightly. Her tongue snaked out between her lips and the tip touched the fleshy pussy lips. Her touch as light as a feather, her tongue very slowly went from the bottom of the blonde's savory slit to the top, then back again. She extended her tongue fully and licked her asshole.
"Oh, wow!" Gretchen breathed. She stared at Rachel's long tongue. "That tickles. Feels good, though. I didn't know it before, but I must have an oral fixation. I dearly love a tongue in my pussy." She glanced at Clay and smiled. "And a hard cock in my mouth makes me feel like a real woman."
"You are a real woman, baby," Clay said softly.
Rachel rubbed the tip of her nose through Gretchen's lush muff. "Your bush is like gossamer and so luxuriant. Show me some pink. Let me look at your clit."
Gretchen spread her legs wider and used all ten fingers to open the full length of her hairy crack. Rachel's tongue fascinated her. It flicked in and out of her mouth, keeping it heavily covered with saliva. The tip touched her clit and goose bumps sprang up all over body.
"Such a magnificent magic button," Rachel whispered.
"Yeah, and it's really standing out!" Gretchen giggled. "It looks as big as my nipples."
Rachel began to lick the long gash lovingly. She loved the way Gretchen cried out when she ran her long tongue over her swollen clit. She put her arms under Gretchen's legs and her hands behind her ass. She held on tight, covered the hood with soft lips and began to lick the splendid love stud. Her tongue went lickety-split and Gretchen's ass began to squirm and twist.
Gretchen had to struggle to keep her legs apart and hold her pussy open. Her eyes fluttered rapidly as her passion built. She lost the battle moments before her agitation hit the peak. She flopped back on the couch and succumbed to the lustful whirlwind that came roaring out of her cunt. She expressed her licentious exhilaration boisterously as she bucked and bounced tumultuously.
Rachel's tongue slowed, then began to slither up and down Gretchen's slit. She tested the sensitivity of the young blonde's sexual mouth with the tip of her tongue, then gave the succulent crack a kiss. She straightened up, put her nipples against Gretchen's and kissed her.
"The way you cum is a real ego boost, darling," she said. "When some women cum, all they do is breathe faster and shiver a little. I'm pretty noisy when I cum and so are you. You don't leave any doubt about how much you like sex. I love it."
"As much as I love it, do you think?" Gretchen asked. "Your tongue is so soft and tantalizing. I feel like I don't have any choice but to cum. I hope I learn to do it as well as you."
"You're already well on your way, darling," Rachel assured her. "There really isn't much to learn anyway. You just think of how you like to be licked and do the same to the other woman."
"Don't take this wrong, but I think I prefer to fuck older people," Gretchen said.
"That's a compliment, darling, not a put-down. If you had said old people, that would be different."
"I want lovers who know what to do, who pay attention to my needs as well as their own. The way you and Clay do."
Rachel sat on Gretchen's lap with her majestic tits right in front of her face. She sucked her fat nipples hungrily and fondled her superb mounds.
"I love being with you," Gretchen whispered. "You feel so good in my arms."
"I love being with you, darling," Rachel said softly. "You're so sexy and so beautiful. I think your appetite for sex comes very close to matching mine. I can teach you so much."
"I want to learn everything," Gretchen said happily.
Rachel dropped one hand to her crotch. She wet her finger in her sopping pussy and smeared the juice all over Gretchen's lips, then licked it off. She stuck her finger up her cunt, then put it in the sexy blonde's mouth.
Gretchen closed her eyes and savored the taste. "I want to eat you," she said.
"Don't hold your breath waiting for me to tell you no," Rachel chuckled. "But be careful. I need to cum so badly my pussy might explode in your mouth."
"I'll take the chance."
Gretchen turned to the side and put Rachel on her back. She dwarfed the brunette, as she knelt over her and kissed her passionately. Gretchen began to moan and mutter and twist. She looked at Clay to be sure he was watching, then kissed one of his wife's nipples. She held the bud tenderly between her teeth and flicked her tongue over the tip. She teased both nipples a few moments, then went lower.
She stuck her tongue in Rachel's belly button, withdrew it and sucked gently on the dainty, sensitive hollow. She licked the brunette's lower belly and along each side of her crack. She ran the tip of her nose through the jungle of thick brown hair. She glanced at Clay again, then stretched out on her stomach between Rachel's legs and began to lick her slit with gusto.
"Oh, you're better than you were last night," Rachel moaned.
Gretchen lifted her head and said, "You told me to lick you the way I like to be licked. Licking your sweet pussy inspires me."
"I'll remember how you licked me," Rachel promised.
Rachel was in heaven as Gretchen slowly ran her tongue along .the soft folds of her pussy. When Gretchen wrapped her lips around her clit, her ass shot up off the couch and she cried out loud. She came so hard that juice gushed out of her pussy.
Gretchen licked up every drop. She lifted her head and smacked her lips. "Ummmmmm, good to the last drop. I'm glad to know that I'm not the only jackrabbit in the room."
"Oh, darling, I needed to cum so badly," Rachel said softly.
Gretchen's head went back into Rachel's crotch. She ran her tongue over her own lips, then along the puffy lips of the brunette's pussy. She slurped and tongued the fleshy groove, mixing her saliva with the juice oozing from her hole. She dipped her tongue between the lips.
Rachel moaned loudly. Her lovely legs trembled with anticipation. She hunched her cunt up and moaned louder.
Gretchen pressed her lips to Rachel's plush pussy lips and thrust her tongue into Rachel's sultry love passage. She stabbed the sodden hole with her tongue again and again, coaxing a deluge of sexual ambrosia from her. Slurping with obvious enjoyment, she guzzled the delectable secretions. She licked the slippery pussy lips, then began to flick her tongue over Rachel's joy button again.
Rachel began to pitch and roll frantically. Gretchen put her arms under the brunette's legs, curled them over, put her hands on her stomach and pinned her ass to the couch. Rachel wrapped her legs around Gretchen's neck and slammed her cunt into the blonde's mouth. She pushed her head into the couch and curved her back into a rigid arc. Her legs began to tremble harder. Her heels beat a tattoo on Gretchen's back. Her moans became wails. Gretchen's loving licks on her clit provoked an endless torrent of nerve-tingling sensations deep in her cunt.
The swarm of mind-bending orgasms left Rachel weak and trembling all over. Her legs flopped to the couch. She pushed on Gretchen's head. Gretchen ignored her and continued to lick her supersensitive clitoris.
"Oh, Gretchen, please!" Rachel moaned. "You're driving me crazy, darling!"
CHAPTER TEN
Gretchen slid up and lay down by Rachel. They snuggled together with their arms over each other. Their eyes were on the same level, and Rachel's toes were barely below Gretchen's knees.
"When we're tit to tit, your toes are almost in my pussy," Gretchen said. "If we were toes to toes, your nose would almost be in it. What do you like to stick in my pussy the most?"
"My tongue!" Rachel laughed. "I have a confession to make, darling. When Clay told me that he wanted to fuck you, I didn't expect much. I was pleasantly surprised last night. You're a hell of a lot better than I thought you would be."
"Yeah, you had to work real hard to seduce me, didn't you?" Gretchen replied. "I'd better check my heels. They must be as round as a basketball. You breathed on me and I fell over backwards with my legs wide open."
"Mental telepathy, darling," Rachel said. "We were on the same wavelength. Do you have any toys?"
"Just my fingers," Gretchen said. "And now your tongue, when I can get it."
"Often, I hope," Rachel said. "Why don't we give our tongues a rest while I show you how to use some of my toys?"
Gretchen glanced at Clay. He was slumped in his chair, idly stroking his cock. "What about our stud? He's sitting over there with a hard cock, and no one to help him out."
"I'm just fine, honey," he said. "You two go right ahead. I'm enjoying the show."
Rachel untangled herself and sat up. She rummaged through the stack of toys, selected a large vibrator and turned it on.
"That thing sounds like an. aggravated bumble bee," Gretchen laughed. "Want me to use it on you first?"
"We're going to use it together," Rachel replied. "We have to sit close together so it will touch our clits and holes."
"like we did before, with you in my lap?" Gretchen asked. Even with her lively imagination, she couldn't picture how they could both use the vibrator at the same time.
"Our pussies have to touch," Rachel said. "Put your legs over mine and scoot up real close to me."
Gretchen put her legs over Rachel's, flexed her knees, and wiggled forward until their pussies were squashed firmly together.
"Ummmmm, my pussy against yours feels so sensuous. If we wiggled a little, I could get off."
"You're going to get off even better with the vibrator between us," Rachel said. She pushed the tool between their pussies, slid it up and down and jiggled it until both sets of bloated lips partially encircled it. "There, how does it feel?"
"Super!" Gretchen gasped. "You were right. I feel it all the way down to my toes. It's really doing a job on my clit."
"I like this position," Rachel said. "We can play with each other's tits and kiss while the vibrator works its magic. Just let yourself go, darling. The more you wiggle and twist and hump, the better it feels. Pretend you're sitting this way with a cock in your pussy."
They began to buck gently against the vibrator as they fondled each other. Rachel held Gretchen's cheeks and smiled with happiness. Gretchen licked Rachel's lips. Rachel kissed her tenderly on the lips. The blonde's lips came alive as the kiss grew more passionate and she slipped her tongue into Rachel's mouth. Rachel hefted Gretchen's big tits and rubbed their tumescent nipples together.
Gretchen pulled her head back. Elation wreathed her lovely face. "Oooooo, this is fantastic!" she whispered. She fondled Rachel's tits. "I love to play with your tits. They're so firm and smooth. So adorable. I would lick your pretty nipples, but we're sitting too close together. I'll just have to play with them."
"I've got more to play with," Rachel giggled. "I'm just about there, darling. Try to cum with me.
"I don't have to try," Gretchen moaned. "That thing is making my clit ecstatic. I can feel the vibrations in my ear lobes!"
Rachel hunched her pussy against the vibrator. Gretchen hunched back. They both moaned loudly. The sensations from the vibrator turned their cunts into liquid fire and their clits into the fuses that would ignite the fire.
"Do you like it?" Rachel asked breathlessly.
"I love it!" Gretchen gasped. "I didn't know a piece of plastic could do such outlandish things to my clit."
Gretchen rolled Rachel's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and pulled them out as far as they would go. Rachel captured one of Gretchen's nipples with her teeth and sucked it tenderly. Gretchen cried out and hunched her pussy with more zeal. Rachel threw her arms around Gretchen's neck, kissed her passionately. She tilted her head back and began to buck against the vibrator, sliding her clit up and down the plastic tool.
"Now, darling, now!" Rachel whispered urgently.
"Ohhh, yes, darling, now!" Gretchen replied anxiously. She imitated Rachel's hunching movements. "Ooohhh, my God, darling, my clit is going absolutely wild!" she wailed.
Her wails became screams as the turbulence in her clit spread over her body. Rachel squealed just as loud. Gretchen grabbed Rachel and pulled her forward. Rachel stuck her face between Gretchen's tits and tightened her arms around the blonde's neck. They bucked and wiggled so hard they nearly hopped off the couch. They toppled slowly onto their sides, still twitching and humping.
The vibrator slipped out and Gretchen breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God," she muttered. "I was about to lose my fucking mind!"
Rachel wiggled her cunt against Gretchen's. "Quite a blast, huh?"
"Blast is right," Gretchen agreed. "It felt like a stick of dynamite going off against my clit."
Rachel held Gretchen's cheeks and kissed her tenderly. "Stick with me for a good time, darling," she chuckled. "Now, we're going to give Clay his special treat."
"Is he going to fuck us some special way?"
"No, darling, you and I are going to do something real special." Rachel got up, pulled a harness from the stack of toys and buckled it on. She selected a dildo and swept the rest of the toys off the couch. "I'm going to fuck you. Up the ass, and get you ready for Clay's cock." She attached the dildo to the harness and began to oil it.
"Oh, wow!" Gretchen whispered. She looked at Clay and shivered. "I don't know if I can take something as big as his cock that way."
"This dildo is a little smaller than his cock," Rachel said. "If you take it without any trouble, you can take Clay's cock. Roll over, darling, and get on your hands and knees. I promised I wouldn't hurt or degrade you. I'll stop any time you want me to."
"No, even if I object, I don't want you to stop." Gretchen looked at Clay's cock again. "I want Clay to fuck me any way he wants."
Rachel patted Gretchen tenderly on the ass. "Good girl." She stuck the nose of the dildo between the cheeks of her ass. "Don't tense up, darling. Try not to pay attention to what I'm doing."
"Clay, come here and put your cock in my mouth," Gretchen said.
"Good idea," he said. He sat on the arm of the couch and guided the head of his cock to Gretchen's mouth. "You'd better not bite it!" he teased. He leaned over and pulled the cheeks of her ass apart.
Gretchen began to suck his dick voraciously and barely felt it when the dildo penetrated her asshole. She lifted her head. She sucked in her breath and whispered, "Aaahhh! I didn't think it would be so easy."
"You're built for fucking, baby," Clay said.
Gretchen propped her head on his thigh. She reached back with one hand and began to rub her clit with all four fingers. "Fuck my ass!" she whimpered. "I'm going to cum."
Rachel held onto the blonde's hips and began to lever her hips rapidly, plunging the full length of the dildo into her ass. Her tits jiggled and bounced. The end of the dildo and part of the harness rubbed against her own cunt. She felt an orgasm stirring deep in her groin. Gretchen's tits swayed and danced and banged together as she bucked back and forth, matching Rachel stroke for stroke.
Gretchen began to hump as if she had gone berserk. Rachel began to fuck harder as her own orgasm started. Their wails of ecstasy blended into an erotic chorus. Rachel gave Gretchen one last tip-to-root thrust, then backed away and sat down.
Clay slid off the arm of the couch and sat down. He took her nipples between his fingers. He smiled as she offered her tits to be fondled. He sucked both nipples until they were red and engorged. She began to moan as he slowly drove her crazy.
Rachel unbuckled the dildo harness and tossed it on the pile of toys. She went to Clay's chair, sat down, and began to play with her pussy.
"Get on your knees between my legs," Clay said quietly.
Gretchen knew what he wanted. Her pussy tingled and her nipples throbbed. She was hotter than she had ever been. She knelt between his legs and gazed hungrily at his prick. Her ass stuck out, pointed directly at Rachel. She spread her legs so Rachel could see her fleshy slit better. Clay reached down and began to fondle her tits. She licked the head of his dick, then sucked it slowly into the warmth of her mouth. When the tip touched the back of her throat, she gagged slightly and quickly withdrew. She began to bob her head and let his cock slide in and out of her mouth, being careful to keep it from going in too deep.
"Play with your clit, darling," Rachel said. "Get yourself really worked up."
Gretchen reached back between her legs and began to finger her erect love button eagerly. The lewd action sent her to even greater heights of passion.
"Do you want to learn to deep-throat him, darling?" Rachel asked.
Gretchen bobbed her head faster and mumbled around Clay's cock.
"Help her the way you did me the first time, darling," Rachel said to her husband.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Clay put his hands behind Gretchen's head and slowly began to thrust his dick into her mouth. She sucked his dick more vigorously. She gagged and tried to pull away.
"Relax and breathe through your nose," Clay said. He pushed his cock deeper into her mouth.
Gretchen began to breathe noisily through her nose and strum her clit faster. Clay pushed her head a little lower and thrust his cock deeper into her mouth. Impulsively, she thrust her head down and the head of his cock slipped into the soft tightness of her throat. She had the hang of it now, and easily took him without gagging.
He pulled her head and kissed her passionately. She moaned and returned his kiss with lust in her soul and fire in her pussy.
"See, it wasn't so hard," he said. "You like to suck my cock and play with your pussy while my wife watches, don't you?"
She moaned in agreement, excitement resonating through her body. "Yes!" she hissed. "It makes me so fucking hot!"
He watched her bend down and hungrily suck his cock into her mouth, forcing it into the depths of her throat. Her finger returned to her clit and began to dance rapidly over the bloated bud. She deep-throated his dick with every bob of her head. An instant before she reached the peak of her passion, he pulled his prick from her greedy mouth.
He picked her up and put her on the couch on her back. He threw her right leg over the back and pushed her left leg off the couch. He leaned into her crotch and began to lap her clit with great gusto.
Gretchen lay back, closed her eyes and savored his oral tribute to her pretty pussy. She was hanging right on the edge of a wonderful explosion. She willed herself to relax and let her orgasm come on naturally. The inevitable result arrived on stealthy little cat feet and rippled over her in balmy waves. She crested gently and coasted down slowly.
She tugged sharply on his shoulder. He rolled over and she got on her hands and knees above his head. She dragged her tits over his face, lowered her chest and buried his face in the twin ivory towers of mammary flesh. She lifted her tits and touched a nipple to his lips.
He alternately gently nipped and sucked her long, bloated tit tips. Her nipples grazed his skin as she moved over him. She stopped with her cunt over his mouth. Her sultry gash gaped at him, two fat folds of succulent flesh inviting his tongue. She gripped his cock, drew her ass up, and lowered her snatch and mouth simultaneously. The head of his cock slid smoothly between her lush lips as her wet twat settled on his mouth. He began to lick her long, hairy slit passionately and her warm sex sauce began to flow freely.
She sealed her lips around his thick stem and began to slide her mouth up and down it. She held his prick with one hand and cupped his balls in her other hand. Her lips went further down the stem of hard flesh as she slowly absorbed the full length and the knob entered her throat.
Her blood heated as flames of lust consumed her. She tightened her thighs against his head and ground her sultry slit into his mouth. The gooey flesh nearly smothered him in a voluptuous warmth as she began to jerk her hips back and forth. His broad, flat tongue tenderly lapped her fiery pleasure button.
Her body began to tremble. She began to buck and jerk. She devoured his entire joy stick. Her torrid crack boiled over and her love juice poured into his mouth. Her bucking and jerking became turbulent. She began to snort and snuffle and tried to suck his cock even deeper as she came.
She whirled around and stared at him with blazing eyes. She grabbed his cock, jerked it frantically, then stuck the head in her soggy hole. He lay still and let her have her way. The way she had gone from a backward girl to a randy woman awed him. She sank down on his cock slowly. A deep, drawn-out gurgle of glee escaped from her mouth as her lusty love tunnel swallowed his prong. She sat fully erect, her back straight, her tits pushed way out. She began to tweak her nipples and pull her tits.
He reached into her crotch and caressed the lips of her cunt. "Ride my cock, baby!" he urged. "Make your beautiful tits dance."
She leaned over and dangled her tits in his face. "Oh, Clay, darling, I've never felt so fucking good," she moaned. Her magnificent ass began to rise and fall steadily. On each down-stroke, she rotated her ass. "How long can you hold off?" she panted, her voice loaded with longing.
"As long as you need," he said confidently.
She rode his prick avidly, gradually increasing the speed of her fucking. She stared into his eyes. Her mouth hung open. Her tongue slithered over her lips, leaving a shiny coat of saliva on her bright red lipstick.
Hard contractions of an impending climax started deep in her cunt and spread to her belly. She grabbed his hands, extended his arms fully, and pinned them to the couch over his head. The position gave her better leverage to hump her ass.
Her tits jiggled and danced near his mouth as she began to fuck faster. Her ass rose and fell in a rapid rhythm. She reveled in the feel of the lusty lance plunging in and out of her cunt. Her piercing scream suddenly filled the room. Her ass stopped dead still with his prick buried to the hilt in her frantically spasming snatch.
He grabbed her ass with both hands and began to gore her tight sheath. She ground her clit against his groin, cumming so hard she could barely breathe. Her body became slack. He pushed her off, rolled her over and knelt behind her. He grabbed her haunches and tugged.
She rose to her hands and knees. "Fuck me some more, Clay!" she moaned. "Oh, God, yes, you wonderful man, give me more of your magnificent cock!"
Her words made him feel like a knight in shining armor. He felt ten feet tall. With a two-foot cock. Fuck her, he would. He would stuff his dick far up her cunt. Without finesse, he stuck the head of his prick in her cunt and slammed forward.
She rocked forward with a sharp gasp. She ended up with her head on the couch and her shapely ass sticking up in the air. He clung to her hips as he bored into her, reaming her spastic sheath with his rampant rod.
He fucked her with long, pile-driving strokes. She threw her ass back to meet his thrusts as his cock pounded into her. Her slick sex sheath accepted him easily. He had never poked his prick in a more terrific cunt.
She moaned steadily as he plundered her pussy with the full length of his cock. Each time he pulled back until only the thick knob was inside her, he paused. She trembled and tightened her cunt lips. When he slammed forward with his full force, his balls slapped into the nest of hair covering her slit.
Her movements became more frenzied. Her moans got louder. She began to writhe. Deep, gut-wrenching spasms tore at her belly. He fucked her faster. She gave a loud, strangled cry. Her body convulsed, then became a jittery mass of rubbery flesh shaking out of control.
He kept his cock buried in her cunt and pressed one finger against her asshole. She shivered as his finger slowly penetrated the small hole. Her startled cry changed to a moan of passion as he began to finger-fuck her rectum. She rocked back toward him and moaned with passion. She knew his cock would soon replace his finger. She shivered with anticipation.
"Spread your cheeks," he said.
Reaching back with both hands, she spread her cheeks apart. Withdrawing his finger, he pressed the head of his dick to her hot asshole. She cried out softly as he forced his cockhead past the tight sphincter and slid deep into her ass. She quivered and wiggled her ass in encouragement as he began to hump her rump slowly.
Whimpering with each lunge, she held her ass wide open as he repeatedly plunged his prick into her back door. She began to push back to meet his thrusts as she cried out with delight. She rested her head on her crossed arms with her face turned toward Rachel. Their gaze met, locked. Rachel smiled serenely and began to finger her clit faster.
"Fuck my ass, Clay!" she whimpered. "Oh, fuck, baby, your cock feels so good in my ass. Deeper!" she yelled. She felt his cock swell and surge into her hole, rocketing her to even greater heights. "Harder! Fuck my ass harder!" She experienced a rush of rapture as she stared at Rachel, a feeling of brazen cockiness at taking her husband's prick up her ass as she watched. She started cumming and her eyes went out of focus.
Clay began to cum in deep, throbbing spurts. His hot cream filled her ass to overflowing and squirted out around the shaft of his prick. The sticky fluid ran down her hairy crack and the inside of her thighs.
She bucked her ass back at the cock in her asshole and continued to twitch for several seconds after his cock stopped squirting. He leaned over, brushed her hair away from her flushed face, and kissed her tenderly.
"God, Clay, you really got me good," she sighed. "I have never felt so horny, or reached that level of passion. Never."
Clay dismounted and left the room. Gretchen sort of oozed down to lie on her belly. She stretched out and refocused her gaze on Rachel.
"I did it!" she whispered.
"Yes, you did, darling," Rachel replied. "I'm very proud of you. Did you like it?"
"I loved it. I've never felt so horny. This is the best birthday I've ever had. I actually feel like I've been born again. I don't know how to thank you and Clay."
"If Clay was up to his usual standard, he filled your ass pretty full. Use the bath, then we'll have a glass of champagne to toast your birthday and your rebirth."
"Champagne will make me ever hornier," Gretchen said.
"Good," Rachel replied. "The night is young and Clay is hardly satisfied with one climax."
"God, I hope not!" Gretchen trilled as she hurried out of the room.
She washed away the proof of their passion, shivering with delight every time she touched her pussy. She returned to the living room and sat on the couch where Clay had debauched her. Rachel had brought a bottle of champagne and three glasses. She gave Gretchen a glass of wine and sat on the other end of the couch. Clay came back, got a glass of wine, and sat between the women. They toasted Gretchen's birthday and gave her a kiss.
"Now, darling, I'm going to teach Gretchen how to help me suck your cock," Rachel said. She reached over and took his cock in her hand. "I know you have at least one more shot left in you."
"At least one," Clay agreed
"After we suck your cock up, you're going to fuck your wife," Gretchen said. "I love to watch her cum." She reached over and put her hand on his cock, above Rachel's.
"Looks like you girls have everything well in hand," Clay said. "I don't have to do anything but relax and enjoy, do I?"
"Do you ever have to do more with such a wanton wife?" Rachel cooed.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Gretchen went home early Sunday morning to rest so she would be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed to start the week. She arrived at the office Monday morning feeling, and looking, like a million dollars in brand-new bills.
She followed Clay into his office with a cup of fresh coffee. "Good morning, Boss," she said cheerfully.
"Good morning. What did you do with Gretchen?"
"You're a big tease. When you have time, I want to talk to you about a new office procedure."
Clay sat down and sipped his coffee. "No time like the present. Shoot."
"One of my instructors at the business school is a freelance computer programmer. I talked to her last night about hooking all our computers together so we can be more efficient. We have everything we need but the program. One of the things we can do is prevent a recurrence of that purchase order business."
"That mess got you a promotion," Clay said. "I thought we put procedures in place to keep it from happening again."
"Manual procedures," Gretchen said. "What I have in mind is a program that will allow you to keep up with everything without having to shuffle a ton of paper. Besides, when you have to approve everything, you become a bottleneck. Who knows how many jobs we'll lose because we can't deliver on time? With the computers linked, we can use e-mail between departments, and you can keep your finger on everything without slowing it down."
"You're as smart as you are pretty," he said. "Tell you what. You work with your friend and put together a plan. I imagine he'll want to be paid for his work."
"She," Gretchen interrupted. "Dominique."
"Okay, Dominique. Pretty name. I imagine she has a standard contract. I like the idea. I'm willing to pay her for a review. When you have your plan ready, you bring Dominique in and we'll go over it. If she can deliver, I'll approve it."
"Maybe I shouldn't bring Dominique in," Gretchen said. "She's a stunning black woman. You might not be able to concentrate on what she says."
"I'm having trouble concentrating on business right now," he chuckled. "You sure do dress up my office with your presence."
"Did you fuck Rachel last night?"
"Yeah, once," Clay replied.
"Did she drain you before she sent you off to work this morning?"
"No. She was sound asleep. I think you wore her out over the weekend."
"Would you like me to fill in for her this morning?" Gretchen said coyly. "You ought not go through the day with a load in your balls."
"What do you have in mind?"
"Sit on your desk, and I'll show you."
"Why should I sit on the desk when I have a perfectly good chair?"
"So I won't ruin the knees of my hose, silly." She sat in his chair and unbuttoned her blouse. She pushed his knees apart and rolled the chair forward between his thighs. Her green eyes glittered as she slid his zipper down. She reached into his pants and fished his cock out. "Yummy," she sighed, licking her lips lasciviously. She ran the tip of her forefinger around the bulging ridge at the base of the head. "Outstanding," she muttered.
She wrapped her fist around the bare knob and rotated her hand. He moaned softly as she squeezed and stroked the full length of his tool. She kissed the tip of the tender flesh, then ran her tongue all the way around the head. She reached into his pants again and extracted his balls.
Clay's cock cooperated. It stood up almost immediately in full erection, thick and strong.
"Oh, my," she whispered. "Now how do you suppose that happened?" God, his cock looked so good, standing up all strong and proud. She took it in her hand, thrilled at the way it throbbed against her palm. She stroked her hand up and down slowly, staring at the fat bulb capping the stout stalk. She tightened her grip on his stiff rod and began to jerk it gently. "Cocks are beautiful," she murmured. "They give a woman pleasure in so many different ways."
"You're really into cocksucking, aren't you?" he said.
"I am now, since you and Rachel debauched me," she agreed. "Your cock is especially nice. I really like to suck it."
She cupped his nuts and squeezed gently. His cock stood up from his lap like a bar of iron. She gripped the shaft behind the head and skinned it back. She opened her mouth and took the head between her sultry red lips. The sensual, embracing pressure of her mouth sent shock waves of rapture to every part of his body. She gurgled with joy as she went to work on the big knob. She twisted her head from side to side, rubbed the bare head against the inside of her cheeks, lapped it with her active tongue, then swallowed about half of his stiff staff and began to suck on it very hard.
"Ohhh, that feels great, baby!" he muttered.
"You are suddenly a terrific cocksucker. If I didn't know better, I would think you've been practicing."
"Just on you, so far. Give me time. I expect to get a lot better."
"Yeah, I expect you will."
She held his prick at the base with one hand and slowly swallowed the rest of his shaft. She liked the way his big tool filled her mouth. She rolled his hot nuts in her palm and pulled on them gently as she worshipped his prick with her sexy mouth.
She slid her tongue back and forth along the underside of his knob. She could feel the valley under the bulging head and the thick ridge of his peeled-back foreskin. He encouraged her by caressing her head and uttering soft cries of pleasure richly sprinkled with obscene remarks.
"God, baby, I love the way you suck cock. Suck my cum out, baby! My balls are so full! Get it all out!"
His lewd praise pleased her. She wanted to be a good cocksucker. She gripped his shaft tightly in her fist and began to stroke him rapidly. His ass began to bounce on the desk and his cock began to swell. She recognized the signs. She didn't want him to cum yet. She squeezed the base of his cock tightly and lifted her head.
"Play with my tits while I suck your cock, darling," she said softly. "My nipples are real hard." Her majestic tits stood out firm and arrogant, the nipples like two big pencil erasers. She pushed her chest out, inviting him to feel her up. Her tongue darted around the sensitive knob. "I like the way your cock feels in my hand and mouth."
She stuck out her tongue and lapped at the warm orbs between his outstretched legs. His cock throbbed in her hand. She licked his stalk all over, took the head back into her mouth and began to suck for more. Her hand worked swiftly up and down his shaft as she sucked.
He twirled her stiffly erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He pulled her long, thick teat into a sharp point, trying to milk it the way she was milking his cock with her mouth.
She felt his cock begin to swell again and knew the time had come. Eager for a hefty shot of his male juice, she sealed her lips around his prick and began to suck with everything she had.
He stiffened and lurched, forcing more of his cock into her mouth. He twisted her nipple and began to hose down her gullet. His cum gushed into her mouth, slippery and hot.
The glut of thick cum hit the back of her throat with force. Stroking his dick full tilt, she gobbled and gurgled and swallowed the stringy mass of jism. She sucked harder and more cum flooded out in a fat wad and slid down her gullet. He thought she was going to suck his entire being right out the end of his stiff cock with her greedy mouth and swallow it. He held onto her tit and continued to jerk and twitch as she nursed on his meat.
Her throat tingled with the burning sensation his hot jism left in its wake. She wanted more, wanted her whole mouth filled with it, but there wasn't any more. He pushed her head away. The knob of his cock was so sensitive that he couldn't stand another second of her fiercely sucking mouth.
She sat up straight up and giggled. "My, you really gave me a big load." She smacked her lips and planted a sloppy, wet kiss on his mouth.
He not only returned her kiss, he thrust his tongue down to her tonsils. He broke the kiss and caressed her cheeks. "Terrific, baby," he said softly. "You really got to me there at the end. The head of my cock got so touchy I could hardly stand it." He kissed her lightly on the lips. "I thought you were going to suck my insides out."
"Just call me old vacuum mouth!" she laughed. She buttoned her blouse and got up out of his chair. "Now, do you think you can concentrate on business the rest of the day?"
"Yeah, probably, until you come in here again."
"I'll put my hair up in a bun and wear my old glasses," she teased.
"Won't do any good. You'll still be you. Are you coming over tonight?"
Gretchen shook her head slowly. "No. I can't spend all of my time with you. Rachel and I agreed it would be better if I come over on weekends. You have to run your company, and I have to earn my salary."
"And you need your independence. I understand. Still, I'll look forward to the weekend with anticipation."
"So will I, darling." Gretchen paused at the door. "By the way, do you like chocolate?"
"I don't crave it the way women do, but I like it."
"Have you ever fucked a black woman?"
"Yeah, a few times. Why?"
"Dominique is married, but she drops little hints all the time about catting around. I think I can coax her to party with us. If you like chocolate pussy."
"I don't care what flavor it is," Clay laughed.
"That's what I thought. She might have to bring her husband along. How does Rachel feel about riding a black cock?"
"The same way she feels about riding any cock. I tease her about being an equal opportunity lay. Big ones, little one, long ones, short ones, if it gets hard, she'll saddle up and enjoy herself. She discriminates, but not based on color."
"I'll see what I can arrange," Gretchen said. "Give you something else to look forward to on the weekend."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Bobby from the mail room breezed into Gretchen's office later in the morning and stopped dead in his tracks. "Wow!" he exclaimed.
Gretchen looked up and smiled. "Something wrong, Bobby?"
"Not as far as I can see. You look like a totally different woman."
"Now, isn't that interesting," she mused. "Last week, you wouldn't give me a second glance."
"Yeah, well, you know ... whatever you did, it worked. How about taking in a movie with me tonight? There's a good flick at the drive-in." He didn't tell her it was X-rated. If he could get her there, he didn't think she would want to leave.
"I've never been to a drive-in movie. Out where I grew up, they all closed before I was old enough to go on dates."
"Yeah, well, most of them around here are closed, too. Only a couple left."
"So, if I want to go to one, I'd better do it soon, huh? Sure, why not? What time will you pick me up?"
"About eight. They don't start until it gets dark."
"Okay. Do you know where I live?"
Bobby shook his head. Gretchen wrote her address on a slip of paper and handed it to him.
"Don't dress up," he said. He stuffed the paper in his shirt pocket and turned to leave.
"Bobby, aren't you going to leave the mail?" she said with a soft laugh.
He looked sheepish and gave her the mail. He hurried out before she could change her mind.
Bobby beat on the door of Gretchen's apartment and bounced nervously from foot to foot. She opened the door and he grinned weakly.
"We have to ride with Frank," he blurted. "I hope you don't mind."
"Hello, Bobby," she said. "Why don't you slow down and start over? Who's Frank, and why do we have to ride with him?"
"He's my roommate. My car broke down. He offered to drive us. Unless you want to take your car."
Gretchen nearly said she would. She accepted the date with Bobby to teach him a lesson. With Frank along, she could drive the point home more effectively.
"How big is Frank's car?" she asked.
"Oh, a regular mid-size sedan. Four doors. It's kind of old."
"Then we'll go with him," she said. "My car is small, with bucket seats." She picked up her handbag and followed him downstairs.
"Let's get in the back seat," Bobby whispered in Gretchen's ear the moment they parked in the drive-in. Without waiting for her answer, he climbed over the back of the front seat and tumbled into the back.
Gretchen looked at Frank. He shrugged his shoulders and grinned timidly. She wished he had more moxie. She didn't want to work at involving him in what she had in mind. She turned around and got on her knees. She pulled her dress around her waist and leaned over the back of the seat.
She looked over her shoulder at Frank. "Give me a push," she said.
Frank stared at her naked ass. He couldn't move his arms. All the signals from his brain were going directly to his cock.
"Come on, Frank," she said. "I'm stuck. Give me a boost." Bobby believed her. He took her hands and tried to pull her forward. She slapped his hands away and hissed quietly, "Don't do that!"
Frank's brain finally sent a signal to his arms. He knelt on the seat and put his hands on her ass. He didn't have an ounce of strength in his arms.
Gretchen spread her feet and made a show of trying to climb over the seat.
He saw her hairy slit winking at him from between her shapely thighs and nearly swallowed his tongue. He stared at the thick lips of her pussy and the temperature of his blood rose to the boiling point. He knew his hands were burning holes in her satiny skin.
"Frank," she said impatiently.
He couldn't help himself. He leaned over and kissed her hairy gash. When she didn't protest, he dragged the tip of his finger slowly along the slit. The puffy lips opened spontaneously. He gawked at the juicy, pink flesh. He hesitated a moment, then stuck his finger in the tantalizing little honey hole at the top of her upside-down cunt.
"Oooooo, Frank!" she breathed.
"What's happening?" Bobby said.
Gretchen ignored him and twitched her ass to encourage Frank. He had already gone further than he thought he dared. He put both hands back on her ass and pushed her up and forward. She giggled and slithered into the back seat. She turned around sat down in the center of the seat.
"He's a nerd," Bobby said in a harsh whisper. "He only came along because he owns the car."
"He's a cute nerd," Gretchen replied in the same tone of voice. "Shut up and watch the movie."
"There's supposed to be a lot of sex in it,"
Bobby said. "I hope you don't mind."
"No, I don't mind," she replied. "Nothing wrong with a little sex to spice up a movie."
She didn't see much actual sex. The jerky shift from scene to scene annoyed her. Just when the action began to get down to the nitty-gritty, the scene changed to a bunch of people talking about what a great time they had at the party. Damn it, she wanted to see the party for herself!
A typical young man, Bobby didn't get nearly as much pussy as he wanted. Although heavily censored, the movie clearly had an effect on him. Sitting next to a woman who had somehow managed to become such a gorgeous, sexy person overnight didn't help. His face was flushed and his hands roamed all over Gretchen's body.
She slid forward and leaned over the back of the seat to look at Frank. She lifted her ass off the seat and Bobby promptly stuck his finger in her pussy. She began to rock back and forth gently. The movie had a striking effect on Frank. He had his cock out and was stroking it diligently.
"Are you going to jack off?" she said quietly.
Frank's head whipped around. His face turned a bright red. His hand stopped on the downstroke, with his cock stuck up through his fist. He tried unsuccessfully to stick it back in his pants.
"Why don't you get in the back seat with us?
Bet I can do something you can't." She formed her mouth into an oval and ran the tip of her tongue around her lips. Her meaning was clearly evident. "Unless you prefer your fist."
Frank stared at the provocative gesture and nearly shot his wad then and there. He seemed frozen in time and space, with his fist still wrapped around his cock and his face a mask of befuddlement.
"Gretchen!" Bobby hissed. "What the hell are you doing?"
She looked over her shoulder at Bobby. "Cool it. You aren't going to make out with me and leave Frank sitting up here with only his fist for company. Take off your pants." She looked back at Frank and smiled. "Come on, Frank, get back here with us."
She sat back down and looked at Bobby. His cock stuck up stiffly from his loins, throbbing in time with the beat of his heart. She grasped it with her right hand and began to stroke it slowly.
"Get over me," he said, his voice husky with lust. "I've got to fuck you!"
"There isn't enough room here," she said firmly. "You can wait until we get back to my apartment." She pushed her dress up to the top of her thighs with her left hand and spread her legs.
Frank tumbled into the back seat and scrambled into the seat by Gretchen.
"Oh, shit, Gretchen, I can't wait that long!"
Bobby whined. "I've got to have something now!"
"Oh, you're going to get something," Gretchen assured him. "You both will. Frank, take off your pants."
Frank was all thumbs as he fought with his belt and zipper. Gretchen leaned back and idly stroked Bobby's prick while she watched him struggle with his clothes. He got his pants down to his knees and she reached over to grasp his cock.
"Put your hand between my legs," she said.
Since she didn't specify who she meant, they both shoved their hands between her thighs.
"Slow down!" she cautioned. "Don't treat my pussy like a piece of liver. Bobby, finger-fuck me. Use two fingers." She moaned deep in her chest when Bobby eased two fingers into her tight channel and began to thrust. "Frank, unbutton my dress," she whispered.
Frank had more fingers than thumbs this time. He got her dress unbuttoned without tearing it and pushed it open. Her tits were nothing short of amazing. The forest of blonde curls adorning her plump mound made his eyes bug out. He couldn't believe that such a voluptuous, tantalizing woman was actually letting him see her naked body. He fantasized about having her shapely legs wrapped around his waist as he plowed her furry furrow, knowing all the time he would never be lucky enough to experience such a fantastic pleasure. And the way she was pulling on his stiff dick was about to drive him out of his mind. Getting jerked off by her was the ultimate wet dream. She had been kidding about sucking his cock. He closed his eyes and saw his cum spurting in the air as she whacked his dick.
She had other ideas. She wasn't about to waste two hard cocks by merely jacking them off. She was going to postpone fucking until she got back to her apartment where she could comfortably take both of them at once. Nothing said she couldn't enjoy sucking both of them right now, however.
"Play with my clit, Frank!" she said.
Frank looked at her hairy crotch, at Bobby's fingers thrusting in and out of her cunt. Her request presented him with two dilemmas. He wasn't exactly sure where to find her clit, and he wasn't sure she wanted him to play with it while Bobby was finger-fucking her.
"Play with my clit, Frank!" she repeated. "Now!"
Frank did the only thing he could think of. He slipped his finger into the top of her slit.
"That's right!" she moaned. "Oh, God, yes, that's right! Rub my clit, Frank! Fast! Finger-fuck me, Bobby! Hard!" She paused and took a deep breath. "I'm cumming!" she squealed. Then she let out a thunderous yell that could be heard over half of the drive-in.
"Hey," a male voice shouted, "we're trying to watch the movie here! Keep it down!"
Gretchen didn't hear him.
"You're just jealous!" a female voice replied. Then she began to yell, trying to outdo Gretchen's wail of joy.
Gretchen didn't hear her, either. She did hear the knuckles rapping the top of the car. She lifted her head and focused her fuzzy eyes. She looked around and chuckled. There she sat, her body totally exposed, a cock in each hand, two different hands at her pussy, and a stranger was peering in the open window.
"What?" she said lazily.
"Got room for a couple more guys?"
"You got girls with you?" she asked.
"No. Just two horny guys."
"Go away," Bobby growled.
"Sorry," Gretchen said. "Maybe some other time. I've got my hands full right now."
"Who are you?" the man pleaded. "How can I find you?"
"I'm in the book," she giggled.
The man's buddy dragged him away from the car and she giggled again.
"Jesus!" Bobby muttered. "You ought not yell so damn loud."
"Sorry about that," she said. "Guess if I have my mouth full, I won't." She twisted around and leaned over Frank's lap. "Bobby, you lick my pussy while I suck Frank off, then you can change ends."
Bobby started to protest that she ought to suck him off first. He remembered her stern warning about not getting to fuck her, and obediently put his head between her legs.
She put her leg over his back and turned her attention to Frank. She licked the head of his cock lavishly, then took it into her mouth. The feel of the firm knob against the soft interior of her mouth made her moan. Abruptly, she plunged down and swallowed nearly half of his prick.
Bobby's tongue went to work on her clit. She moaned and swallowed more of Frank's cock. She felt his shaft swell and pulsate as she devoured it. The tip of his cock touched the back of her throat. She swallowed hard and opened her gullet to let the slender knob penetrate further.
The best way to keep from screaming when her fun gun fired again was to keep her mouth stuffed full of hard cock. And there was no doubt it was going to fire. It was fully primed and cocked, ready to go off at any second.
Frank was absolutely totally convinced that his mind was playing cruel tricks on him. He wasn't sitting in the back seat of his car at the drive-in theater, watching an X-rated movie while the most sensual girl he had ever met blew him. He was lying in his bed, dreaming every glorious moment.
Gretchen moaned and gurgled as she gobbled Frank's cock with gusto. She was only a couple licks of Bobby's busy tongue from cumming. She wanted Frank to fill her mouth with cum at the same instant she popped her cork.
Frank had no way of knowing what Gretchen wanted. His ass bounced up and down between the confines of the car seat and her irresistible mouth. He felt the compelling pressure of his orgasm prickle his nerves. His prick began to pulsate painfully, then blew up. His jism scalded his cock as it gushed out and filled her mouth.
Gretchen's climax arrived in a rush. She drank Frank's cum and banged her snatch into Bobby's mouth. The harder she came, the harder she tightened her leg around his neck. She mashed his face so deeply into the hairy mouth between her legs that he couldn't breathe.
When Bobby ran out of air, he stopped licking her clit and forced her leg back. He lifted his head and noisily sucked air into his lungs. "Goddamn, Gretchen, you nearly smothered me!" He rotated his head. "Nearly broke my neck, too."
Gretchen lifted her head and snickered. "That's the risk you take, honey, when you lick my pussy." She looked into Frank's face. "Is your cock okay now, honey?"
"Oh, God, yes!" he groaned.
She wondered if he had ever had blow job. "Good." She gave him a wet, sloppy kiss with several quick darts of her tongue. "Let's swap ends. You lick my pussy while I suck on Bobby's cock. Don't forget my clit."
Frank would have walked barefoot over a bed of hot coals just for the chance to lick her toes. He moved with her, and dived nose-first into her open crotch with relish. He knew where to find her clit this time.
Bobby was so fired up that he dumped his load in her seconds after she started sucking him. She didn't take much longer to get off again. Her pussy was still primed from his tongue. Frank didn't know much about licking clit, but it didn't matter. He could have breathed hard on it and she would have popped.
Gretchen sat up and said, "Let's get out of here. I'm too big to do this in the back seat of a compact car." She left her dress unbuttoned to keep their interest piqued.
Frank tumbled into the front seat and asked, "Where to?"
"My apartment. I don't turn into a pumpkin until midnight." She put Bobby's hand in the top of her dress. "You can keep my fire burning on the way."
Frank's spirits did a quick loop around the moon, then settled back into his body. He drove as carefully as he could and still watch Gretchen and Bobby kiss and feel each other up. He hadn't expected to get even a hand job from her, let alone a blow job. Now she was offering him her pussy! He was the luckiest guy in the whole wide world!
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Frank wheeled into the parking lot in front of Gretchen's building and jumped out. She pulled the top of her dress over her tits and led them inside. Frank locked the car and rushed ahead to open the door for her. She flashed him a bright smile and went up the stairs ahead of them. She wondered if Frank had enough nerve to look up her dress.
Bobby turned and took her into his arms as soon as they entered the apartment. Gretchen kissed him quickly on the lips and broke away
"I'll get some wine," she said.
"I don't need any wine," Bobby muttered. He sat on the couch and pouted, obviously frustrated, both by his failure to get more of a kiss and his roommate's presence.
"Why don't you get undressed," she said. She left her dress open so they could see her tits jiggle.
Don't be too hard on them, she told herself. They're doing the best they know how. I'm having a good time, but I think older men are better. like Clay. I feel so much older than these guys.
Gretchen served the wine and sat on the couch. Bobby sat by her, close enough for their hips to touch. She shrugged her dress off her shoulders and pulled her arms free. Frank stood in front of the couch, rocking from foot to foot with indecision. She smiled at him and slowly sipped her wine. Without breaking eye contact, she reached into Bobby's lap and grasped his cock.
"Frank, come here," she said softly. She opened her legs and he walked up between them. "Kiss me."
She continued to pull on Bobby's cock and turned her face up. The kiss started slowly and softly, then quickly became a heated exchange of lively tongues and puffy lips. Frank moaned into her mouth and reached for her tits with both hands. He encountered Bobby's hand on her left tit and let his hand drop away. He caressed one large globe and Bobby squeezed the other one.
She broke the kiss and said, "Don't maul my tits, guys. Suck them."
Frank dropped his gaze to the tit he was holding. He cupped it affectionately with both hands and lowered his head. He enclosed her nipple with his hot lips and sucked the tumid bud tenderly, with absolute adoration.
Gretchen spread her legs a little further apart and said, "Play with my pussy, Bobby."
Bobby knew she was up to something with Frank and he had to be patient. After their episode at the drive-in, he knew she wasn't a tease. His hand moved from her tit down to her pussy.
Frank twirled his tongue all over her areola, then cupped her other tit with both hands and gave it the same adoring treatment.
"Gorgeous tits," Frank muttered. "I love big tits and fat nipples. Your tits are the biggest ones I've ever touched. They're out of this world."
"I hope not, or you wouldn't be able to reach them," she teased. She put her hand on top of his head and pushed gently. "Go on down. Lick my belly."
Frank's tongue reached her belly button and stopped. Bobby's hand was still in her pussy. She pushed on his head again.
"Keep going. Bobby will move his hand. I'm going to teach you how to lick pussy. You got me off in the car, but there's a better way to do it. You want to learn how to please a girl with your tongue, don't you?"
"Oh, yeah!" Frank exclaimed.
Bobby understood her game now. He moved his hand from her pussy and began to fondle her tits again, smugly confident that he knew all there was to know about eating pussy.
She burst his bubble before it reached full size.
"You listen and watch too, Bobby. Frank, carefully pull the lips of my pussy open with your fingers. Unless a girl asks you to be rough, always treat her tenderly. See that big lump in the top of my slit? That's my clit. You have to coax it out of its hood. You can do it with your finger, but a tongue feels so much better. Lick it." She sipped her wine and watched him lick her clit. "Ummmmmmm, that's right. See, my clit is coming out to greet you." She began to jerk Bobby's dick. "Now, lick my slit and stick your tongue in my hole." She shivered and drank more wine as he stuck his tongue up her cunt. "Now, alternate between fucking me with your tongue and sucking my hole. Oooooo, you catch on fast! Did you get a lot of juice?"
Frank lifted his head and beamed happily. "Yeah. You taste good."
She set her glass aside and patted him on the head. "Now put two fingers in me and lick my clit." She hadn't intended to let him get her off. But his tongue felt so good she saw no reason to waste the delightful sensations he had started. "Finger-fuck me while you lick. You can go fast or slow or alternate. Just keep licking my clit. Bobby, you suck my nipples."
Her ass began to squirm. She put her legs over Frank's shoulders and leaned back. She stroked Bobby's cock and let her passions build.
Frank licked her better than he had in the car.
In moments, lust overwhelmed her and she began to hunch her cunt into his mouth. He kept his tongue right on top of her clit and licked rapidly. He felt her love stud roll under his tongue.
Her scream didn't disturb anyone this time. She locked her legs around Frank's neck and held his head in her crotch until her orgasm began to slack off. Then she spread her legs wide and patted him on the head again.
"Take your fingers out of my pussy," she said softly. "Now lick my slit and keep me primed. Bobby, my bedroom is down the hall. Go get a blanket and spread it on the floor. This couch is too small for all three of us, and I don't want to get carpet burns on my knees."
"Why don't we get on your bed?" Bobby said, hoping to exclude Frank from further participation.
He didn't fool her. "You can get the blanket, or you can sit here and get better acquainted with your fist while you watch Frank and me have fun."
Bobby got the blanket. Frank continued to lick her slit and suck her hole until she pushed him away. She got on her hands and knees on the blanket.
"Frank, fuck me from the rear. Bobby, kneel in front of me and put your cock in my mouth. I don't want either of you to cum yet. I'll tell you when."
Getting fucked by two cocks for the first time really turned her on. Her sex gun began to fire almost as soon as Frank got his cock in her. She let him fuck her until her orgasm began to ebb, then had them switch places. Sucking a cock fresh out of her pussy turned her on even more. She got off on Bobby's cock just as quickly.
She wanted both of them to cum in her cunt. Maybe together they could fill her as full as Clay had. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide.
"Now, take turns fucking me until you cum," she said. "Six strokes each. If you cheat, you have to jack off."
She had a series of orgasms during the time it took them fill her pussy with their jism. When they finished, she sucked each cock clean.
"Did you like fucking me?" she asked coyly.
"Yeah!" they replied in unison.
"Did my pussy make your cocks feel good?"
"Yeah!" they again replied in unison.
"If it made you feel good, kiss it," she said.
They banged their heads together in their haste to do her bidding. They each kissed it twice and Frank licked her clit for good measure.
"Get dressed and wait in the car, Frank," Gretchen said. "Bobby will be down in a few minutes."
Bobby waited until the door closed behind his buddy and turned to Gretchen. "Goddamn, Gretchen, this was supposed to be our date!" he grumbled. "Why did you have to include him? Why do I have to leave now? I can call a cab later."
She stayed naked on purpose. "Grow up, Bobby. I didn't invite him. You brought him along. More important, you didn't know I existed until I changed my appearance and started wearing sexy clothes. Tonight was just a little reminder of what might have been."
"What do you mean, might have been? I won't bring him along again."
"No, you won't. You won't have the chance. This was your one and only shot, Bobby. I'm no sexier now than I was before. You didn't know because you didn't make the effort to find out. You're too hung up on looks."
"Well, goddamn, Gretchen! That's normal. Give me another chance. I'll treat you right."
"You had your chance. Bobby. Next time, try to get past the outward appearance and see the real woman. You never know what pretty pictures are in the magazine until you open it. No more fun with this pussy."
"You would rather have Frank, wouldn't you? That's it, isn't it?"
"No. I don't want either of you."
"You're a stuck up bitch," he said angrily. He grabbed his clothes and began to dress hurriedly. "You put on some make-up and sexy clothes and think men should bow down to you. Well, you've got the same thing between your legs other women have. And I've had better. I don't need you."
Gretchen kept her cool. She doubted he'd had much pussy at all, let alone better. "Good night, Bobby. Don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out."
She took a leisurely shower and went to bed. Before her sexual awakening with Rachel and Clay, she would have felt guilty about getting even with Bobby. No, she wouldn't have treated him that way. She would have been too eager to get a date. Now she knew she didn't have to settle for second best. She liked the feeling.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Gretchen met Dominique Wednesday for lunch and a long discussion about the new computer program.
After they settled the matter of Dominique's contract, she said, "I like your new look. I always thought there was a real sexy woman hiding under that drab exterior."
"Thank you," Gretchen said. "My boss thought I should look the part of an executive secretary. He had his wife take me shopping and show me how to use make-up. I feel like a new woman."
"You look and act like one, too. There's a glow about you that wasn't there before. And it isn't the make-up. If I didn't know better, I would say that someone finally taught you the real facts of life."
"Do you know better?" Gretchen said with a coy smile.
"Well, it's about time!" Dominique exclaimed softly. "When you first came to the school, I wanted to have a long talk with you. I didn't know how you would take it, so I kept my mouth shut."
"What would you have told me?"
"Not much, probably," Dominique laughed. "I probably would have taken you home and showed you."
"By yourself?"
"You're fishing, girl!"
Gretchen leaned back in her chair and looked at Dominique with a sly smile. "Am I using the right bait? And, if I am, what do you think I might catch?"
"Well, well," Dominique said softly. "What size rod are you using?"
"You tell me. I heard rumors around school about you and your husband. Are they true?"
"With the right people," Dominique replied. "We're very discriminating. If it's a woman, we both have to like her. Just in case you're serious, I like you, and I think John will. He uses a pretty big rod when he goes fishing."
"I like big rods," Gretchen said. "I spend weekends with my boss and his wife. He has a pretty big rod, too."
"Do tell. Your boss seems like a nice guy. Maybe we can arrange to get together."
"Oh, I think we probably can. You'll like Rachel. She's as hot as a stick of dynamite with a lit fuse at both ends."
"Sounds like my kind of girl. Will you act as the intermediary?"
"I would love to. Are you free this coming weekend?"
Dominique chuckled sexily. "Oh, honey, I'm never free! I expect payment in full for my efforts."
Gretchen grinned. "I think Clay and Rachel and I can give you exactly what you expect. I'll give you a call before Friday."
"I look forward to it. Do you remember Ryan Carter?"
"The hunk who taught business law?"
"That's the one. He asked the other day if I knew how to contact you."
"Why did he want to know how to contact me?"
"He's had the hots for you from day one, honey."
"Really? Did he tell you that?"
"No. I can tell. I gave him your phone number. I hope you don't mind."
"Mind!" Gretchen laughed. "Of course I don't mind. I had a terrible crush on him. He could have had me any time he asked. But he never asked. I thought it was because of the way I looked back then."
"Some of us have a rule about not getting involved with students. Too many complications. I think you would like him. I don't think he's been fishing in his life, but he has a rod big enough to land a shark."
"Oh? Have you had him?"
"He's partied with John and me a couple of times, and I've had him solo several times." Dominique looked at her watch. "Listen, I've got to run. I'll get back to you in a few days with a plan for your computer system."
Gretchen thought about Ryan Carter on the way back to the office. She still had a crush on him. And he was one man who had noticed her when she didn't look sexy. She would call him in a day or so and see if they could get together.
She called him sooner than she expected. He called while she was out and asked her to return his call. She put down her handbag and called him before she did anything else.
"Ryan, this is Gretchen Braun." She suddenly felt uptight. "I got your message. I'm glad you called. How are you?"
"I'm doing okay, Gretchen," Ryan said. "I hear you've moved up in the world. I called to congratulate you and ask if you'd like to have a drink to celebrate."
"You might get in trouble if you buy me a drink in a public place, Ryan," she laughed. "I'm under-age. According to the liquor laws. I am, however, over the age of legal consent." There, that should send him a clear message. "Why don't you come to my place tonight? I can't whip up imagine drinks, but I do okay with the basics.
And what I do in private is my own business." If he missed the first message, he couldn't miss that one. "Can you make it around seven?"
"Sure can," he replied with a lilt in his voice. "Give me your address."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Gretchen hoped Dominique hadn't talked to Ryan after their lunch and told him that she had changed her appearance. She wanted the advantage of surprise on her side. If he liked her a dowdy country girl, he should love her as a sexy woman of the nineties. She just hoped she didn't overwhelm him with her lust and frighten him away.
She adjusted the loose top of her dress so her cleavage showed almost to her nipples. She opened the door and caught him with his hand poised for the second knock. He had two bottles of wine, a red and a white, both of good quality, and a bouquet of flowers under his right arm.
"Hello, Ryan. Come in."
"Wow," he said softly. He looked at the number on the door, then stepped inside and let her close the door. Her luscious, softly rounded tits jiggled enticingly with every move she made. "No, I'm not at the wrong address. Are you Gretchen's roommate?"
She smiled and tossed her mane of honey-blonde hair. She glanced down to be sure most of her tits were showing. "Would it help if I put my hair back up in a bun and put on those awful glasses? You must think I look sexy."
"I've always thought you were sexy," he said softly.
"You say the nicest things, Ryan. If you're trying to turn my head, you're succeeding." She cocked her head to one side and smiled coyly. "Would you like to kiss me hello? We haven't seen each other in a long time."
He stared at her elegant tits. "I'd like to kiss you anything but good-bye!"
She didn't wait for him. She put her hands on his cheeks and gave him a tender kiss on the lips.
"Dominique didn't tell me you ... you're beautiful, Gretchen. Well, you always were. You just didn't let it show." He gave her the flowers. "I also brought a couple bottles of wine."
"Thank you, Ryan. They're so pretty: Come on in and have a seat. I'll put the flowers in water and be right back. Oh, I'll take the wine, too. Should I put it in the refrigerator?"
"Only the white. The red is better served at room temperature."
"You're very thoughtful. We'll have the white with dinner. It goes with chicken, doesn't it?"
"Yes." He watched her walk away. She looked as good from the rear as she did from the front.
Her shapely ass swayed with an unspoken promise that sent the blood rushing to his prick. "It really doesn't matter. You can serve any wine with anything. Only snobs think different."
The living room felt comfortable and seductive. As he expected, it was as neat as a pin. Soft music came from the stereo. A lamp burned at each end of the couch, giving the room an air of intimacy. On the way over, he wondered if he misunderstood her open invitation on the phone. The way she was dressed, and the ambiance of the living room told him that he hadn't. More blood rushed to his prick. He didn't know how long he could hide his erection. Or if he even needed to try.
Gretchen came back and said, "Now, what would you like to drink?"
"Bourbon and water will be fine."
"You're originally from the South, aren't you? I love your accent."
She sat down across from him. Her dress rode up as she sat and crossed her stunning legs. He caught a glimpse of smooth thighs that sparked his vivid imagination into wild speculation.
He pictured her stretched out on the bed in all her naked glory, playing with her pussy while she waited for him to mount her. He saw his naked body between those long, gorgeous legs, his rampant cock driving into her young cunt and bouncing her pretty ass on the bed. His cock got harder and his face became flushed.
She shifted in her chair and her dress rode up higher, giving him a better look at her fantastic thighs. She caught him staring at her legs and smiled.
"Dinner should be ready. Will you open the wine?"
Ryan had never seen Gretchen outside the classroom. Instead of the reserved student, she was witty, charming, and so damned sexy his cock ached. She served an excellent chicken cordon bleu and the white wine by candlelight, and he knew the best restaurant couldn't have done better.
When they finished eating, Gretchen said, "I could have catered to your fondness for red meat, Ryan, and served steak. A heavy meal and wine makes me lethargic. I don't want to be lethargic tonight."
Ryan smiled, sure the evening was going to be very interesting. "I don't always eat red meat, Gretchen. The chicken was excellent. You're a very good cook."
"Most girls who grow up on a ranch are. They have to be. Hard working men demand good food, and lots of it. Shall we have coffee and cognac in the living room?"
Ryan sat in a comfortable chair facing Gretchen's chair, enjoying the serenity and her company.
"I like having you here with me," she said softly. I
"Dominique prodded me to stop being a damn fool and call you. She thinks you're probably a ... she thought I would enjoy your company."
"She thinks I'm probably a what?"
Ryan drank the last of his cognac and hesitated, then decided telling her what Dominique said was a perfect way to find out which way the wind was going to blow.
"She thinks you're probably a very good piece of ass. Her words. Please don't take offense. With her or me."
"Dominique is very perceptive," Gretchen said, her voice husky. "I had lunch with her today. Our conversation got pretty intimate. She told me a couple of very interesting things about you." She stood and left the room.
Ryan waited apprehensively, wondering if he'd put his foot in it by telling her what Dominique said. He wished he could read a woman better!
Gretchen returned and stood in the middle of the room, her body backlit by one of the table lamps. "Did you know that I developed a terrible crush on you in school, Ryan?"
"No. You never let it show."
"I didn't think I should. I thought I was too plain to interest you, and I didn't want to be disappointed again."
"Again?"
"I've been disappointed by men a lot, Ryan. You're a rare exception. You noticed me even though I didn't look sexy."
"I saw the real you, Gretchen," he replied. "I still do. I developed more than a crush on you."
"Will you tell Dominique that you fucked me, Ryan?" She shrugged her shoulders and her robe fell to the floor. The subdued light played on the soft curves of her naked body. "Will you tell her if I'm a good piece of ass?"
"Do you want me to tell her?"
"Yes. I want you to spend the whole night fucking me, then tell her if you made a good choice. Maybe we can even get together with her once in a while. I think she's a very good piece of ass, too."
Ryan's mind raced. Dominique must have told Gretchen plenty. He knew that Dominique was bisexual. He wondered if Gretchen was. "Gretchen, I never asked or looked at your school records. How old are you?"
"Worried that I'm jail bait, Ryan?" she chuckled. "I told you that I'm not old enough to buy liquor, but I am past the age of consent. I'm nineteen. I'm not a virgin. I hope you aren't disappointed."
He was only thirty-two, but the prospect of fucking a nineteen-year-old woman made him feel like an old man. "I'm not disappointed.
Virginity is highly overrated."
"How old are you."
"Thirty-two."
"I like older men." She sat on his lap and put her arms around his neck. She pressed her tits against him and wiggled her ass. She felt his prick spring to life. "Kiss me, Ryan," she said softly. "Kiss me good. No little pecks on the lips. Put your tongue in my mouth. Eat me up. Get me as excited as you are."
His tongue darted into her mouth the instant their lips met. She sucked gently and teased his tongue with hers. He put his hands on the swell of her buttocks. He breathed deeply through his nose when his hands touched her naked ass. She murmured into his mouth and wiggled her ass harder.
She broke the kiss and tilted her head back so she could look into his eyes. She smiled seductively, slowly rubbing her ass around and around on his cock.
"Dominique did me a big favor by encouraging you to call me. I think I just might have to give her a special gift. A gift that only a woman can give another woman."
He caressed her bare back tenderly. Her skin had the downy softness of youth-supple, velvety and warm to the touch. The muscles in her back trembled with eager anticipation as she pressed against him. Her warm breath wafted gently over his face.
"Your hard cock is about to poke another hole in my ass," she whispered.
"God, Gretchen, you're teasing the hell out of me," he croaked.
"Oh, darling, if I were teasing, would I be sitting in your lap without a stitch on? Feel how wet my pussy is."
She spread her legs and watched his hand slide up the inside of her thigh. He cupped her pussy and she moaned softly. He loved the softness of the curls covering her crotch against his palm. The heat from her pussy seeped through his skin, suffused his blood.
"Put your finger in me!" she urged.
He stuck his middle finger in her hot box. "Hmmm, your pussy is so hot and so wet!"
She closed her thighs on his hand and kissed his lips. "Your finger feels so good in my pussy. Your cock is going to feel better. You did expect to fuck me tonight, didn't you? I tried to give you a clear message when I called you."
"You succeeded. I didn't believe it at first. You never paid any attention to me when you were my student."
"You never paid any attention to me," she chuckled. She arched her back and rubbed a nipple over his lips. "I don't have a lot of experience, Ryan," she murmured as he suckled her fat nipple. "I'm still learning, but I know how to do most anything you can think of. And I love it all. I want you to satisfy all of your desires with me. Fuck me as much as you wish. Anyway you wish. Just don't subject me to pain or degradation."
He kept his right hand between her legs and put his left hand on her luscious ass. He ran his finger into the deep cleft between her buttocks and wiggled the finger in her cunt. She opened her thighs wider, giving him more room to feel her up.
He pushed her nipple out of his mouth and licked it. "You don't know how precious you are to me, darling," he said quietly. "I would never hurt or degrade you."
A soft cry of excitement and joy bubbled from her throat as she tightened her arms around his neck and lowered her lips to his. Her mouth opened wide. She sucked and nibbled hungrily on his tongue, her lively lips damp and feverish and pliant against his. Her tongue wiggled against his, wrapped around it, caressed it. She licked the inside of his mouth and the edges of his teeth. His mind reeled under the impact of the voracious need for her body that ran rampant within him.
He couldn't move his hands over her rapidly enough to satisfy himself. He wanted to touch her all over at once, to have his roving hands every place at the same time. Her reaction to his caresses stimulated his keen desire. Her firm young body trembled with excitement. Whimpers bubbled from her throat.
"Tell me that you like me, darling," she breathed against his lips. "Tell me that my body doesn't disappoint you." r
"What I feel for you is more than like, darling," he whispered hoarsely. He teased her clit with the tip of his finger. "Your body is fantastic, just as I knew it would be-a sight for sore eyes to a lecherous old man."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
"You're not an old man." Gretchen chuckled, deep in her throat, a sound so sexy it sent shivers down his spine. "I'm glad you're lecherous. Fucking a man who appreciates me is a lot more fun." She squirmed her ass over his rigid prick and chuckled again. "And, unless I'm badly mistaken, you appreciate me very much."
"I want to show you just how much I appreciate you."
"I want you naked, darling. Dominique said that you're well hung. I want to see if she was putting me on."
"You and Dominique must have had quite a conversation at lunch."
"Oh, darling, women talk about men the same way men talk about women," Gretchen giggled.
She slid off his lap and knelt in front of him. She removed his shoes and socks, then stood and pulled him to his feet. Her long, nimble fingers went to work on his pants as he struggled out of his shirt. She opened his pants and let them fall around his ankles and pulled his undershorts down. His solid, strong cock reared out from his loins like a rampant charger. She gripped the thick shaft lovingly and caressed the head of his cock with the palm of her other hand.
"Oh, my, Dominique wasn't lying," she whispered, her voice hoarse with lust. "Your cock is gorgeous." She let his cockhead slip between her lips and sucked it avidly as she curled her tongue around it. Lifting her head, she continued to stroke the shaft as she rubbed his knob over both cheeks. "Any woman who gets to ride such a magnificent cock is fortunate."
"God, Gretchen!" he groaned.
"No, darling, only a mere mortal," she whispered. She stood and quickly removed his shirt. "Well, maybe an angel. Depends on how you look at it. Sit on the couch. I'm going to fuck you. I want your beautiful cock deep in my belly. Want to feel it throb inside me." She wrapped her hand around his rigid stem. "It's going to stretch me wide open, and I'm going to love every second of it."
Ryan wasn't about to question his karma. The chance to fuck such a stunning, irresistible woman was more than he could reasonably expect. Things hadn't gone well for him the past couple of weeks. His luck had suddenly taken a turn for the better. He turned around and sat on the couch. He gazed at her with lust-laden eyes.
His prick rose from his lap like an iron bar, pulsating with the heavy beat of his heart.
"Take your cock in your hand, darling," she said softly. "Play with it. Pretend you're jacking off for me." She ran her hands over her tits, hefted the firm globes and pointed her nipples at him. "You like to look at my tits, don't you?"
He nodded vigorously and began to beat his meat faster. "I love them," he said huskily.
"Don't cum by yourself, baby," she admonished. "Save your sweet cream for my hot little pussy." The tip of her tongue crawled lasciviously around her parted lips. "Or maybe my mouth." She shrugged. Her big tits jiggled enticingly. "Oh, hell, why not both? Would you like to cum in my pussy and in my mouth, Ryan?"
"You know I would!" he moaned.
She posed for him, nude except for her white high heel pumps and gold belly chain. She turned around and looked over her shoulder at him. "Do you like my ass, darling? You don't think it's too big, do you? I am a big girl, you know."
He had to swallow hard to wet his parched throat. "I adore your ass, darling. It's beautiful. I've never seen a more magnificent ass."
She spread her legs and leaned over. The high heels accentuated her shapely legs. She pulled the cheeks of her ass apart, displaying her hairy gash and little asshole from the rear. "There's where you're going to put your tongue and cock, darling."
Somehow, he knew she meant both holes.
She straightened up and turned around to face him. "I feel so wanton with you, darling. You can do anything you want with me. I want you to do everything with me! You can fuck my cunt, my ass, my mouth, cum all over my face and tits. Anything, darling. I love it all, and I want to do it all with you. Just don't try to hold me down. You have to let me be active when I fuck."
Her words excited him beyond belief. He offered up a silent prayer for the strength of Samson. He watched her walk slowly across the room toward him. Her tits bounced and swayed gently. He had never seen a more alluring sight.
She stood close to his knees and smiled. She leaned over and licked the end of his dick. He stopped stroking and stared at her. She gripped his wrist and moved his hand up and down. He began to stroke again, and her lush, warm lips enveloped his bulging cockhead.
She straddled his thighs and aimed her slit at the head of his cock. "Just lean back and enjoy, darling," she said. "Don't worry about me. I'm so randy I'll cum right away. You cum whenever you're ready."
She eased her ass down until the head of his dick was barely inside her gash. She put her hands on his shoulders and kissed him lightly.
She sat down abruptly, taking the full length of his hefty cock up her cunt in one swift move.
"Ooohhh, darling, your cock feels heavenly," she whispered. "I've never had a bigger one in me." She didn't tell him that she'd had only three in her. Clay's cock was as long, but Ryan's was thicker. She flexed her muscles and caressed his cock amorously with her entire sheath. "Do you like that?"
"Love it," he said. He put his hands on her ass and began to fondle the firm, warm flesh. "Your ass feels like silk."
"Sit perfectly still," she said. "I want to see if I can make you cum without moving." She began to contract and relax her cunt muscles vigorously. Her G spot rubbed on his cock. "Oh, fuck," she muttered. "I know I can! I'm going to cum right now!"
"You're so beautiful," he said.
"Lick my tits, darling."
He began to lick and suck and gently nip her nipples. She sat perfectly still and continued to flex her cunt as a minor orgasmic quake shook her body. She leaned into him and buried his face in soft tit flesh. She descended from the lofty heights and sighed deeply. She leaned back and held up her tits for him to lick.
"Ummm, your tongue feels good on my tits." She arched her back and pushed her tits at him. "You like to watch two women lick each other, don't you."
"Yes."
"Dominique said that you've done a threesome with her and her husband," she said. She continued to flex her cunt muscles vigorously. "Have you ever done a threesome with her and another woman?"
"Once. Why? Do you want to do a threesome with her and lick her pussy?"
"The idea sure is tempting. In a roundabout way, she invited me to do it with her and John. I think I would rather do it the first time with you and her."
"Have you ever done it with a couple?"
"Yes. Once." Once that lasted two days and nights! She felt like an experienced woman when she went home Sunday morning. "I liked it. What do you think of the idea? With Dominique and me, I mean."
"As you say, the idea sure is tempting."
He turned her around and lay her on her back on the couch. He flopped on his belly between her gorgeous gams and buried his face in her succulent gash. The intoxicating taste of her delectable young honey pot filled his mouth. He lapped her slit with long strokes of his tongue and probed the tip of his finger into the tender recesses of her sopping hole.
A wail of exhilaration burst from her lips. She turned onto her side and wriggled around in reverse to him. She clutched the fat stem of his cock and began to lick the head impetuously. She threw her right leg over the back of the couch and curled her cunt up to his mouth. She gurgled with delight as she licked his dick and caressed it with her hot, soft lips. She took the swollen knob into her mouth and began to suck lovingly as she slowly swallowed him.
He fondled the cheeks of her ass and held her humid gash tight to his mouth. The tip of his tongue bored into her sopping hole. Her hips began to undulate as he fucked her with his tongue, stabbing it into her slippery depths rapidly, savoring her sweet cunt nectar.
She swallowed his prick with a minimum of difficulty. Her voluptuous young body writhing and trembling against him stirred his soul. He slid his tongue up her luscious slit and began to lash her clit. Her enthusiastic mouth drove him toward a gut-wrenching orgasm. Suddenly, he reached the point of no return. He had to get away from the vacuum in her throat or surrender his load. Reluctantly, he pushed her away.
"Oh, darling, aren't you going to let me suck you off?" she whimpered. "I want you to cum in my mouth."
He rolled her onto her back and knelt between her legs. "God, I can't wait, baby," he growled. "I've got to fuck you! Got to feel your cunt around my cock."
"Okay, darling, okay," she whispered as she spread her thighs wide. "I'll eat your cum after while. We have all night, and I know lots of ways to keep your beautiful cock hard." She rubbed both hands over her pussy and sighed. "Get it, darling. Get all of it you want. Fuck me good!"
She spread the lips of her cunt as he guided the head of his cock to its target. The tip of his prick eased into her hole. She tossed her ass up and down and moaned deep in her chest as he pushed forward. She threw her legs over his shoulders and wriggled rapturously on the head of his cock.
He groaned and shuddered as ecstatic sensations raced through his body. Her cunt was so tight! He had to wiggle his cock around to penetrate her. She said she didn't have much experience. Her tight pussy said she didn't. Her lascivious behavior said she did.
She gyrated her hips impatiently and thrust her cunt at him. He bucked his hips cautiously, inching his cock deeper into her. Her tight, slick tunnel opened and his cock slid in smoothly, probing deeper into her with each thrust.
Fucking such a virtuous-looking, lustful young woman thrilled him to the core. Her superb, youthful body was a vision of sensuous delight. Her large tits jiggled gently as she wiggled and humped. Tremors of passion rippled over her beautiful face. She looked up at him through adoring, half-closed eyes. A serene smile of ecstasy caressed her lush lips.
"Give me all of your cock, darling. I can take it."
Her body bounced from the force of his thrusts as he began to hammer her cunt with his cock. Her tits danced an erotic tango on her chest. Her lithe body writhed and twisted and bucked as she matched his rhythm and fucked with him. He wrapped his arms around her legs and began to lever his hips back and forth rapidly. His heavy balls smacked into her upturned ass as he pounded her pussy with the full length of his cock.
"Oh, darling, you're getting me so good," she moaned. Her face twisted with emotion. Her breath came in quick gasps. "I'm getting there, darling. God, your cock feels terrific, darling. So fucking wonderful. Oh, my, darling, you're a magnificent fucker. Fuck me a little faster. Yes, darling, yes, that's the way. Now, darling, now!"
He gazed devotedly at her alluring, glowing face-felt her cunt walls milking his rod aggressively-sensed her words in his subconscious more than he heard them. His cock began to pulsate harder. He rubbed the tip of his finger over her clit.
"Sensational clit," he murmured. "So big and firm."
"Rachel's is bigger," she panted.
She began to undulate her hips faster. She threw her pussy up at him, taking all the cock he could give her. She squealed with fulfillment and began to buck wildly as her orgasm washed over her.
He fucked her furiously and his own orgasm suddenly became an irresistible force. Passion enveloped him in a cloud of enchantment. He clung to her legs and speared his long lance into her with a flurry of motion. Her entire body shook from the force of his furious jabs. Staggering sensations possessed him.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
"Cum, darling, cum!" Gretchen cooed. "Shoot your cream deep in my cunt. Make it happen, darling. Fill my cunt so full it overflows. I want to feel your cum squirting into me. I cum so good when your cock explodes in my cunt. Cum with me, darling. I'm ready, darling, ready to fly away. Give it to me, darling. Give me your cum. Now, darling, now! Fill my cunt full, darling! I'm cumming, darling, I'm cumming!"
Sperm abruptly erupted from his cockhead and jetted into the depths of her greedy love hole.
"Oh, darling, I can feel your cum squirting in my cunt," she wailed. "God, your cock feels so fucking big! Fuck me, darling! Fuck me good! I'm going to cum again!"
She threw her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, and began to swing her hips from side to side and up and down rapidly. She had another wailing climax and sucked the last drop of cum from him before his cock changed from a bar of steel to a piece of limp rubber.
She kept her legs locked around his waist as they rolled onto their side. His cock slipped out of her cunt, but she liked the way it felt nestled against her cunt lips. He sighed contentedly. She was warm and fragrant. The enticing aroma of her healthy young body filled his nostrils as he toyed with one of her fat nipples with the tip of his tongue.
She wiggled her hips to rub his cock against her pussy and kissed him on the lips. "Thank you for a wonderful fuck, darling."
"You're welcome," he replied. "I should be thanking you. You are a terrific piece of ass."
"Just as Dominique predicted," she chuckled. "You must keep women very happy with your gifted tongue and marvelous cock."
"Not as often as you seem to think."
"Stupid women," she giggled. "Doesn't your wife like sex?"
"I'm not married."
"Hmmm, I can't imagine why some woman didn't snap you up a long time ago."
"It takes two to tango, dear. I'm very choosy."
"And you chose me. I'm honored."
"Maybe you ought to wait a while."
"Oh? Do you have a Jekyll and Hyde personality? Are you good only in bed?"
"I don't think so. I can't blame women. I don't often meet one who turns me on."
"Well, I'm willing to take a chance on you, darling," she said. "Good fucking isn't the only thing that makes a woman happy, but it's a damn good start. A bad fuck can ruin a girl's whole week."
"I'm glad I didn't disappoint you."
"Oh, darling, if you had made me any happier, I would have lost my mind!" she exclaimed. She wiggled her hips again and the head of his big prick pushed between her pussy lips. She continued to wiggle and felt his cock begin to grow. "How about an encore?" she asked sweetly, squeezing his half-hard tool between her thighs. "I'm still turned on."
"Yeah, I can feel your motor running," he teased. "I can't think of anything I would rather do than fuck you again."
"And again and again," she giggled. "Why don't we go in the bedroom? This couch is pretty narrow. I need more room to roam."
"Do you live here alone?"
"Yes," she said. "I thought about moving into a place with some other girls. I couldn't find any that I liked well enough to live with."
"Roommates can cramp your style. I liked the way you came on to me. We couldn't have done that with other girls around."
"Oh, if I had roommates, I don't think I would care if they watched me fuck. I probably would even share average cocks with them. I would have to think long and hard about sharing someone like you with just anyone. She would have to be a damned good friend."
"Who's Rachel?"
She looked puzzled. "How do you know about her?"
"I played with your clit and commented on how big it is. You said hers is bigger."
"Oh, yeah, I remember now. She's a very special friend. She and Clay, her husband, are the closest friends I have."
"If her clit is bigger than yours, it must be a real sight," he said.
"Would you like to see it? You would like her. She's a better piece of ass than I am."
"Yes, I would like to see it. But I doubt she's a better piece of ass.
"Never know until you try her out. I can arrange it. Of course, if she shows you her clit, you would have to lick it."
"Of course," he laughed. "What about Clay?"
"Oh, he would lick my clit and fuck me. Watching her fuck really turns him on."
"Well, there's a depth to you I didn't suspect," he mused.
"Does that bother you?" she asked anxiously.
"No, not at all. I'm not a monogamous man, Gretchen. That's been the problem with women in the past. You're the first one I've met with the right attitude."
"I've got the right stuff, huh?" she laughed. "Well, I'm not a monogamous woman, darling, so we ought to get along very well."
She released her leg lock and let him roll away. He got to his feet and helped her up. She held onto his hand and started toward her bedroom, and the phone rang.
"Damn," she muttered. "Will you get that, darling? You really dumped a load in me. If I don't wash, it's going to dribble all over the place."
He crossed the living room to the phone and she hurried into the bathroom.
"Gretchen," he called. "Rachel wants to talk to you."
She came out of the bathroom and gave him a big smile. "Maybe fate is already at work. I'll meet you in the bedroom in a couple of minutes."
He was sitting on the edge of the bed when she came in. She stopped in the door and said, "Rachel is having a pool party this weekend. No bathing suits allowed. She's going to invite a couple of her girlfriends, and I'm going to invite Dominique and John."
"No bathing suits allowed, huh?" he grinned. "Sounds like an orgy to me."
"By my count, the girls will outnumber the guys five to three. Ought to be an ideal situation for a non-monogamous man. You can probably swim. If you have the strength. Do you want to go?"
She almost held her breath. If he said no, their relationship would be a one-night stand. She didn't want that. She had finally found a man she really liked, and she didn't want it to end before it had a chance to really get started.
"Yeah, count me in."
She bounced across the room, pushed him onto the bed and tumbled in after him. She scooted up to him between his legs, with her back against his stomach. She pulled his arms around her and put his hands on her tits.
"I like your tits," he said softly. "They're so firm and springy. Nice big fat nipples, too."
"I like your hands on them." She put one foot on the bed and opened her legs wide, with her knee in the air. "If your lips were longer, you could suck them."
"If my lips were that long, they'd hang down to my knees," he laughed.
"like your gorgeous cock," she giggled. She cupped his balls and pressed them against her ass. "Dominique's tits are about as big as mine. Are her nipples as fat?"
He pinched one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "Yep. At least."
"Fat nipples are more fun to suck. Rachel's tits are a little smaller, and so are her nipples. I think you'll like to suck them. I do. I don't know about the other women she's inviting." She grasped his partially erect prick and began to slide her hand up and down the shaft. "Mmmmmm, your cock is getting harder," she murmured. "You have magic in your hands."
CHAPTER NINETEEN
"In my mouth and cunt, too." Gretchen threw her legs over his and lifted her ass. She groped with the head of his cock, opened her pussy lips, and stuffed the big knob into her tight hole. A wide smile spread across her face and she sighed with satisfaction. "Now it will get hard a lot faster. I like to have your cock in my cunt, darling." She cupped his balls, pulled them up against his cock and began to wiggle her hips. "Yeah, I can feel it growing. Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass?"
"Yeah, Dominique. I tried it once with another woman. It didn't work. She said my cock was too big and made me stop."
"Yes, I can see why she would. Would you like to fuck me in the ass? It's tighter than my pussy."
"Can you take me there?"
"Of course I can, darling. I told you that you can fuck me in the mouth, cunt and ass. But you must promise you won't pussyfoot around or go wobbly on me. I want you to fuck my ass the way you fucked my pussy. Okay?"
"Okay. But you promise to tell me if I hurt you."
"You won't hurt me, darling. As I said, I haven't had a lot of experience, but I have had a cock up the ass." She reached over to the bed table and got a bottle of lubricant equipped with a long nipple. "I bought this today on the way home. Just for you." She handed it to him and turned her ass up in the air. "Just stick the applicator in my ass and squirt me full, then put some on your cock."
He primed her asshole and coated his cock with the slippery goo, then got on his knees behind her. She reached back with both hands and spread her buttocks. He put the tip of his dick against her tightly puckered asshole and slowly pressed forward.
"Go slow at first, darling," she said. "When I tell you to give it to me, really ram your cock into me. Okay?"
"Okay, baby, whatever you say."
His cockhead entered her back door and she murmured softly. "Aaahhh, it feels fine, darling. Give me a little more now. That's it, nice and slow. Good. Now a little more, darling. More, darling! You promised you wouldn't go wobbly on me. Aaahhh, yes, that's it. Now, give me all of it, darling. Let me feel your cock hair on the bottom of my ass."
He crouched over her shapely ass and buried his cock in her gorgeous body. The feel of his cock sliding into her tight anus sent wild sensations tearing through him. The idea of such a beautiful young woman giving him her tender ass to fuck boggled his mind.
She writhed and murmured, twisted her ass from side to side and began to rock back and forth. "Ohhh, yes, darling! Ohhh, your cock feels good! Now fuck me, darling. Fuck my ass hard!"
He began to gore her ass with fierce jabs and his emotions suddenly careened out of control. He clenched his teeth and fought back the urge to dump his load. "God, you weren't kidding about your ass being tight," he muttered. "My cock feels like it's in a vice." He grasped her hips and began to hump her rump a little faster.
She put her head down on one arm. She stuck her hand between her legs and began to diddle her clit. "Your cock really fills my tight little asshole. You're fucking me just the way I like. I want your cum up my ass, darling." She caught her breath and shuddered. "Bang my ass hard, darling! I'm going to cum!"
She screamed as her climax started and quickly began to finger her clit as fast as she could, striving for a double orgasm. He drove his cock into her relentlessly, his belly slamming against her buttocks as he plowed her ass. She thrust back at him as she triggered the second orgasm in her clit.
He slammed into her so hard he nearly knocked her off her knees as his own orgasm started. Cum gushed into her rectum in thick gobs. He lunged into her again and again.
She rocked back and forth, met him move for move, taking everything he could give her and reaching for more. He slammed into her with another powerful lunge and knocked her off her knees. He rode her down and continued to plunge his prick into her rear, driving his cum into the depths of her accommodating body.
"God, darling, that was a fantastic fuck!" she said. "You gave it to me just the way I wanted it." She felt him move and said quickly, "Stay there. I like the feel of your cock in my ass."
"I'll mash you."
"I can take your weight, darling. I'm a big girl."
"Never fucked a woman as big as you," he said. "Always wanted to. Big women turn me on." He hunched against her ass and chuckled. "I don't mean fat, so don't get upset."
"I know what you mean, darling. You're the first man who wasn't intimidated by my size. Since you like my tits, you ought to be glad that I am big. They're so big, they would look grotesque on a smaller woman."
"I wouldn't care," he joked. "You are a fantastic piece of ass."
"Hmmm, maybe I'll cook dinner for you every night." She wiggled under him. "Better let me up, darling. I feel your cum dribbling down my pussy and I hate to sleep in a wet spot."
She took him into the bathroom and tenderly washed and dried his cock. Then she looked at herself and giggled. "God, you really filled my ass, darling. Look at me." His cum was spread all over her ass, cunt and thighs. "I hate to remove it, but I want to start fresh. A quick PTA, and I'll be ready to go again."
"What the hell is a PTA?" he asked.
"Pussy, tits, and ass, darling," she giggled.
She didn't ask him to leave, so he didn't. She seemed totally unconcerned that he closed the lid on the stool and sat down. Watching her perform such an intimate act made him feel especially close to her. She finished, wiped the water off the sink and hung up the wash cloth and towel. Then she took his hand and led him back to the bedroom.
"This chair isn't as comfortable as the ones in the living room, but it's comfortable enough." She sat him down and knelt between his legs. She grasped his cock and kissed him. "You fucked my pussy and ass so well, darling. Now you're going to hit for the cycle by fucking my mouth." She kissed his chest, nipped his hard little nipples, stuck her tongue in his belly button, then licked his limp cock. "A hard cock in my mouth makes me feel like a complete woman. Sucking pussy is fun, too, but my favorite is cock. Not that I prefer cocksucking to fucking, you understand."
"Do you suck pussy very often?"
"Well, to tell you the truth, I've sucked only one. Rachel turned me on. I've sucked her off more times than I can count. She says I'm very good."
"Somehow, lady, I think you are very good at everything you make up your mind to do. I want to eat your pussy while you suck my cock. Let's get on the bed and do a sixty-nine."
"No, darling. This is my treat. You can eat my pussy again later, while we wait for your cock to get hard again."
She lifted his limp cock and kissed the shaft from the base to the tip. She reversed course and licked the large tool all over. By the time she reached the knob again, it had begun to swell. The tip of her pink tongue flicked out and swiped across the slit, then she began to swallow him. He groaned as her moist, hot lips engulfed his swollen cockhead. Her teeth grazed the underside of his shaft as she went down. To no one's surprise, his prick expanded and began to pulsate.
She cupped his balls with cherishing hands and fondled them, then rolled them gently. She slid her middle finger into the crack of his ass as her head began to bob up and down. When she reached the tip of his dick, she let her tongue tickle quickly over the glans and trace the ridge at the base of the knob. With an audible slurp, she sucked the head back into her mouth and repeated the process.
The combination of her mouth and hands drove him rapidly toward orgasm. He caressed her head and her cheeks and began to hunch. She slipped the tip of her finger into his asshole, rubbed his prostate, and he came instantly.
Gluts of thick, hot cum splattered down her throat. Bobbing her head rapidly up and down and gobbling noisily, she drained every drop of his sticky sperm and swallowed it avidly. She let his limp prick slip out of her mouth and sat back on her heels.
"Tasty," she said, smacking her lips. "You gave me a good mouthful."
"God, lady, you are fantastic!"
"Now, darling, you have a choice. Do you want to drink some more coffee and brandy, or would you rather drink the juice from my pussy?"
"What I want most right now is to rest," he replied. "If we keep this up, I won't be able to walk out of here in the morning. Or whenever you want me to leave."
Gretchen got up and sat on his lap. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. "Suppose I don't want you to leave at all? If I ask the right way, can I convince you to stay?"
"I can imagine what you mean by the right way," Ryan laughed. "Is that what you meant earlier about cooking dinner for me every night?"
"Something like that. I know I'm being forward, and I don't care. I want you to stay with me. It doesn't have to be a formal agreement. We can shake on it."
"I think you feel the same way about me that I feel about you. Do you have a long-term lease on this place?"
"Month to month. I'm going to look for a bigger place now that I'm making more money."
"I have a three bedroom house in the suburbs. With a swimming pool and a large, secluded lot. Why don't you move in with me?"
"This is all rather sudden, isn't it?"
"No more sudden than your desire to cook dinner for me every night. Or didn't you mean that?"
"Yeah, I meant it," she said. "I don't know what's come over me. I know you think I'm pretty young, but I'm not usually so scatterbrained. Maybe your big cock not only stretched my pussy, it warped my mind." She licked his lips, then kissed him tenderly. "I'm hungry. Let's raid the refrigerator. Then we can talk. In between other pursuits. I think we can work something out."
"I don't have to ask what those other pursuits are, do I?"
She grinned and kissed the tip of his nose. "Not unless my tight young pussy has warped your mind."
