The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normally, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all corners, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, joins the neighborhood mate traders.
Veronica is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
THE WIFE'S NAUGHTY URGE, a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
CHAPTER ONE
When Willy McCoy came out of the bathroom the first thing he noticed was that his girl friend was awake and that her legs were open. He was not used to getting up this early and he had been yawning as he came through the door.
Melissa's twat was yawning, too.
Willy had been brushing his teeth and there were a few traces, of white toothpaste on his lips.
Melissa's cunt was streaked with creamy foam.
McCoy realized that the sexy girl had been playing with her pussy while he had been in the bathroom, not trying to get herself off, but simply warming it up and starting it simmering while she waited for him to come back to the bedroom.
McCoy thought it Was most considerate of Melissa to get her pussy warm and wet for him. It wasn't usual. Usually she liked him to do that warming, lubricating job with his tongue'a task he did not mind at all.
But this morning he had had to get up early to start his new job and he was sleepy and cross. He realized that she had got the preliminaries done by hand so that he could get right on with the fucking.
Well, it was the least that she could do, he figured, since he would have rather had Melissa get a job, than himself.
He stood by the bathroom door, looking at her bushy snatch, and his pecker came up in a smooth, fluid arc, sticking out of his bathrobe. It rose as smooth and regular as the sweep second hand of a precision watch, until it reached the top of the arc and stood angled up before his belly.
"Ummm," Melissa said, lazily but lustfully.
His dick began to hum like a tuning fork.
He slipped out of his bathrobe and let it slide down to the floor behind him. Cock to the fore, he advanced across the bedroom towards the foot of the bed. His cock was thumping and throbbing and the head slapped against his belly as it snapped attentively up. It was an impressive cock, large and shapely, and the head flared out from the fat stalk like a hooded cobra ready to spit seminal venom.
Melissa's pussy fluttered and the cunt lips unfurled, as if preparing to accommodate the size of his prick. Her clit was stiff and vibrant and the slot was flooded with cunt juice.
Willy wasted no time.
Her pussy was obviously ready for him and no amount of foreplay could have make his cock any bigger or hotter or harder than it already was, as it preceded him, like the figurehead of a ship, across the room.
He knelt on the bed.
Melissa, a lithe, dark-haired girl with plump, pear-shaped tits and a pouty, sensual face, squirmed and raised her knees slightly. She opened her slick thighs. She was looking down the length of her arched body at Willy's pecker, seeing it towering up between her knees as he knelt.
"Want some pussy, honey?" she asked.
Well, that was a pretty dumb question, all things considered, thought Willy. But he had never accused Melissa of being the most intelligent girl in the world and although her words were hardly necessary, they were inspirational.
Willy wrapped his hand around the hilt of his rod and aimed it at Melissa's box.
He ran the whole big staff up her slippery gash with the first stroke.
The moment she felt her cunt filled with big, hot cock, Melissa went wild with lust.
Willy was braced on his knees and hadn't had a chance to start humping yet but Melissa was already throwing her hips about like a whirling dervish, pumping her juicy ass and belly up and down and rotating her pelvis as she worked her sheath around on his sword. She was never happy nor more active than when she had a cuntful of hard dick and her response was immediate and energetic and gratifying to Willy.
He began to hump hard and fast, struggling to catch up to the grinding girl.
She was supple and lithe, her body pressed against his, belly cupped, thighs hooked, heels locked behind him. Her arms clung to his neck and her plump tits rubbed against his chest. She pushed her ass right off the bed to meet his stroke, relaxed as he pulled back, then thrust up again. He realized that she was working towards her own pleasure but he didn't mind, for her efforts increased his own pleasure. He plowed in violently, running the length of his dork across her taut lovebud en route to the depths of her hot hole.
She was panting and gasping, saying, "Put it to me, Willy...give me that big prick...push that beautiful pecker up my hot cunt, Willy." Her words came out in little bursts like punctuation marks in the long statement of her moaning and whimpering. "Pour it to me, baby!" she cried.
Willy could feel her start to cum.
Spasms worked across her belly and rippled up and down her smooth thighs; her clit was pulsing as his dick ran over it and her hole was melting.
Willy cupped her tight ass in his hands, hauling her loins up from the bed, and banged resolutely into her pussy, as if he were trying to pulverize that soft vessel. He gritted his teeth and groaned as he rammed in, belly slapping on hers, bloated balls bouncing off the up thrust cheeks of her ass. He was coming in at her crotch with under slung strokes, dipping down as he reached the backstroke, with only the head of his whanger in her cunt, then corkscrewing it to the root violently. It seemed as if he were trying to transfix her, to pierce her nubile body through and through so that the head of his dick came rushing out of her mouth.
His violence only inspired greater passion in the girl, for her cunt was well able to deal with the battering. That warm, pliable channel gripped him and clutched him and pulled on his dick as if she wanted more and more, as if to drag his whole body up her greedy hole.
They rocked up and down on the bed, bouncing together, rebounding, slamming up again.
Melissa was still speaking to him, uttering words of passion, but her words were blurred now, just a series of incomprehensible syllables, clear in meaning but slurred in form.
Willy's big prick twanged with tension.
He shoveled it up her cunt and, moaning with the sensation, blew a massive load of spunk deep into her hole.
Melissa was already cumming and as she felt his thick cum spurt into her cunt she went absolutely wild, clawing at his back and slamming her heels against his ass and twisting her slender body into impossible arcs and angles. She clung to him, riding him from below, as he blew a second heavy load into her gash and she pumped out cunt juice in a steady flow.
They slowed, bouncing together in a gradually reduced tempo, until at length they were still.
Willy said, "I don't think I'll go to work today, baby; I think I'll stay home and screw you all day."
Melissa frowned.
"No, you gotta go to work," she said.
He sighed. She was right, he guessed. They were broke and he had to earn some money. And she was too lazy to work, herself. All she ever wanted to do was lie on her back with her legs spread and take plenty of dick.
That troubled him.
He had no great hopes for her fidelity and he wondered if some other guy would be giving her plenty of the old pecker while he was off laboring.
He wasn't exactly jealous.
He just didn't think it was fair that she might be getting stuffed full of pecker while he was washing windows.
It wouldn't be so bad if the other guys paid her, of course, and he thought of suggesting that she become a whore, instead of making him be a window washer.
But he though she might take offense.
He sighed and pulled his softening dick out of her cunt. It made a squishing noise and as his knob vacated her slot, that greedy hold filled with a thick, frothy broth of cum and cunt juice. He sighed again.
"Well, I better get dressed."
"Have a nice day, dear," she said.
"Fat chance," said Willy. "You got any idea how boring it is, being a window washer?"
Melissa looked sympathetic.
Willy didn't realize that washing the windows of the Mandeville Rubber Goods Company was going to be anything but boring...
CHAPTER TWO
When the boss buzzed her on the intercom, Bonny Tupper took her dictation pad along to the luxurious inner office, but as soon as she got there she saw that Claymore Mandeville, that baron of industry, did not have dictation on his mind.
Mandeville was standing by the window, gazing out at the concrete pillars of the city, rising like oblong mountains through the smog. His hands were folded behind his back. When he heard sexy young Bonny enter, he slowly turned toward her with an aristocratic smile. He was wearing a three piece Brooks Brothers suit; his necktie was silk and signed; his handmade shoes gleamed with polish at the toes; his soft collared shirt was custom-made and his cock was hanging out...
"Oh," said Bonny.
"If you have no objections;" said Mandeville, in his cultured tones.
"I thought maybe you wanted me to take a letter..."
"Precisely, my dear...a French letter."
"Certainly not!"
His aristocratic eyebrows lifted; his thin nose pinched in; he regarded her in surprise.
But Bonny giggled.
"I'm on the pill," said the quick-witted secretary. Bonny had expected something of this nature to happen soon, for she was not the most efficient secretary in the world and could not, in fact, read or write very well, and yet Claymore Mandeville had hired her earlier that week after an interview during which she found him staring at her tits rather more than looking into her secretarial qualifications.
And wonderful tits they were! Bonny was a lush blonde who had often been likened to Little Annie Fanny. She was all circles and ovals and bouncing nubile curves. Her huge tits were matched spheres, the cheeks of her firm ass like basketballs, her face like a sensual doll; her waist was narrow and her hips wide, her nipples were always stiff and standing out against the tight sweaters that she always wore. Her facial expressions ranged from surprise to bewilderment and not much more. She used words like, gee and golly, and this added to her doll-like quality'-as if she were an inflated doll, perhaps blown up by those big valves that capped her balloon-like tits, but fashioned of the slickest silk and smoothest velvet.
Bonny valued her new job. Even had she been frigid, she would have screwed the boss in order to keep on the right side of him. But Bonny was not frigid'far from it. Bonny was a hot little piece.
And keeping on the right side of a man, to her, meant lying underneath him'or kneeling there or standing belly to belly, whatever he preferred as long as she was on the cock side.
And had her Claymore Mandeville been unattractive, she would have closed her eyes and fucked away with rare abandon.
But Mandeville was not unattractive at all.
He was tall and lean and fit; his face and hard, attractive planes, with a firm jaw and expensively capped teeth and a superior bearing as befitted his station in life. He wore expensive clothing well and spoke well; he had often been compared to a Harold Robbins anti-hero and liked that image, himself.
And best of all he had a gigantic cock...
It was a cock to behold!
Bonny saw it and imagined holding it. She was not a cock snob and had, in her time, fucked men with dicks of all shapes and sizes. She enjoyed them all. She had enjoyed every inch of prick that she had ever taken, even the odd foot or two that had raped her. But all other things being equal, she preferred a large cock attached to a good looking gentlemen.
So it was that she looked upon the massive meat of Claymore Mandeville with happy expectations.
His pecker was semi-erect, looping out from his open fly. It bobbled slightly, as if the weight of the massive knob were causing the shaft to bob up and down like a plumb line defining the angle of lust.
The head of his prick was a great, purple wedge of smooth meat, like a triangular velvet sack fitted to a lump of hot iron. It flared out from the stalk in a swollen slab. The stalk itself was thick and fat and, at the root, Bonny could see the heavy bulge of his balls, Which were still inside his trousers.
As she gazed at him, it was as if her vision were caressing his prick. And that formidable engine of love jerked upwards and stood at an angle before his belly.
Bonny dipped her knees slightly at the same time, so that she could get a look at the underside of his rising shaft.
She made a little purring sound as she saw that the bottom surface was seamed by a great, dark, pulsing vein as thick as her forefinger.
Bonny loved big, rippling veins in dicks.
They were like a roadmap, giving directions to her wandering tongue.
Because he was the boss, and more strictly because his cock was such a joy, Bonny thought to inspire him with words.
"I hate French letters, sir." she said. "It's like...like eating food wrapped in plastic, y'know? I like to feel hot meat slipping up my pussy, not rubber..."
His pecker ballooned and Bonny saw that she was on the right track.
"And I love cum, too," she went on. "It's such a waste for a fellow to blow his lovely, hot, thick spunk in a rubber...I love to feel all that burning cream spurt right into my cunt..."
"And so you shall," said Claymore Mandeville, who was always considerate of his employees...
Bonny knew that a good secretary didn't trouble the boss with minor problems but took matters into her own hands. So although there was no bed or couch in his private office, Bonny didn't ask him if he wanted to fuck on the desk or on the floor. She went right over to him with her bouncy strides, tits bobbling and ass jiggling.
She wrapped her hand around his throbbing pecker.
"Golly!" she said, as that huge tower of meat expanded mightily in her little hand.
She could hardly span the great breath in her fist.
Mandeville sighed happily and pushed his slim hips out towards the girl.
She frigged his prick up and down a few times, causing the massive knob to flare even more. She could feel the thick vein pulsing against her palm and the head turned an angry red, as if it were starting to glow.
Her slowed.
His dick felt suspiciously ready to blow and she didn't want to waste all that lovely cum on a hand job'nor to have him shoot all over the front of her tight sweater.
"Shall I take my clothes off?" she asked.
Mandeville nodded.
Bonny gave his pecker a last, loving pump and moved back a few steps. Crossing her hands behind her neck she drew her sweater over her head.
She wore no brassiere and her tits, bared, were like perfectly matched melons, almost too wide for her narrow torso and yet so firm that they didn't sag at all. Her nipples were as big as her thumbs and the areolas surrounding them were the size of silver dollars; the stiff tips trembled like little rockets ready to fire off from the rounded launching pads.
Mandeville sighed his approval.
He was glad he'd hired this semi-illiterate secretary.
Leaning elegantly forward, as if bowing to her after a dance, he took her big nipple into his lips and sucked on it. His tongue swept across the tip and coiled around the swollen nugget, causing the blonde to purr like a cat.
He switched over and sucked the other nipple.
Then he straightened up, smiling and, no doubt, thinking he might give her a raise in salary.
He nodded for her to proceed.
Bonny unzipped her short, tight skirt at the side and squirmed out of it. She wore black bikini panties with bows on the sides. The crotch band was already wet. She wiggled around a bit, letting him admire her, then hooked her thumbs under the elastic band and drew the panties down.
Mandeville looked with approval at her cunt.
She was a true blonde and her pubic bush was a heavy mound of golden curls, slightly darker than her head, like some fine copper filigree wrought on her vulva.
She opened her lush. thighs slightly.
He could see the top of her slit, a moist, pink gash that split her bush delicately. Her clitoris was rigid and beginning to tingle.
Bonny lifted her arms and poised; she spun gracefully around in a full circle so that he could admire her from all angles; she shot one hip out, bent one knee, thrust her nubile, gently-rounded belly towards him.
She was all circles and curves, every bit of her body rounded gently, with not a plane or angle to be seen.
"Exquisite," said Mandeville, who was a connoisseur of the female form.
"Want me to undress you?" Bonny asked, quite willing to do such things in the line of her duties.
"No," he said, quickly.
But then, so that she wouldn't think he was treating her as a mere vessel to pour his scum into all the while keeping his own clothing on for efficiency, he added, "Later, Bonny. But you've inspired me too greatly now...there wouldn't be time to undress me..."
She could see that that was true.
The head of his cock was pulsing on the end of its thick shaft. It seemed to smoke. The cleft was parted and already a glistening drop of fluid had oozed out from the split and was trickling down the knob.
He motioned her back to the desk.
Bonny understood; she backed up until her ass bumped into the big executive desk and then slid onto the surface, her ass braced on the very edge. She opened her thighs. Her cunt was flooded and open, the labia peeled back revealing the darker, inner flesh'flesh streaked with frothy cunt juice.
Mandeville advanced upon her with his pecker out like a beacon before him, lighting the way'a philosopher's lantern, seeking an honest pussy.
Bonny placed her hands on the desk behind her and arched her slender back; her belly thrust out and her smooth, shapely thighs parted wider. Her cunt was trembling as she watched the glowing head of his pecker draw near.
His cock needed no guidance; it dipped its head until it was on a line for her crotch, a pointer directing itself towards that creamy delta. As she waited, her cunt creamed more, turning her golden, sunlit forest into a flooded swamp.
The head of his dick bounced against the inside of her thigh, just above the knee, and skidded down that sleek, open track; the tip nestled into her sodden slot.
Mandeville paused for a moment, savoring the expectation of the eminent thrill. His cock pulsed. It was jutting from his flat belly like a great bolt. Reaching down, he hauled his balls from his fly. They were huge and swollen with the burden of his passion, the hard nuts throbbing inside the big, hairy sac. Bonny cooed with delight, for she loved big balls- she loved the heavy deluge that poured forth.
She squirmed, working her, steaming twat around on the head of his formidable tool.
Her cunt lips seemed to clutch at him, as if they sought to drag him into her hot hole.
Mandeville braced his thighs, tightened the muscles of his ass, and pushed his pecker into her cunt to the very hilt.
They were both so hot and wet that his cock hissed as it slid into her steamy sheath.
Bonny said, "Oh!" and then, "Ooohhhhh..."
Mandeville grunted with pleasure.
He held that deep, full penetration for a long moment, thrilling to the feeling of having every inch of his gigantic prick encased in soft, moist pussy. His balls were jammed tight to her thrusting, juicy ass and her smooth thighs gripped his flanks. Bonny had begun to pant as she felt the joy of having her hot vacuum stuffed to the very brim with throbbing cock meat. Her cunt began to ripple and pull on his prick, dragging and sucking along every inch of the huge stalk and laying adoringly on the great wedge of cockhead that ballooned so deep within her belly.
She wriggled, urging him to start fucking her.
Her ass squirmed on the edge of the desk, her thighs hooked around his hips, her belly pushed up and down. Her taut love bud worked against his stalk at the root and, deep inside her loins, she could feel his cockhead swell, like an expanding lump of molten steel melting her guts.
Mandeville began to fuck her then.
He drew out until only the tip of his big bludgeon was in her slot, paused and then pushed slowly back up the slippery channel. Bonny writhed on his spike, panting.
He gave her a second slow stroke, dipping his knees and feeding the meat to her with an under slung thrust.
Bonny pushed her loins out to meet him with a pelvic jolt,
Mandeville corkscrewed in with the third stroke, screwing his great pecker in lustily.
She matched his movements, rotating her hips and rippling her cunt around him; making her crotch a juicy socket into which he could plug his prong.
He began to move faster then, pouring the pork into her frothy hole violently. He was gritting his teeth and rolling his eyes, looking almost demented in his passion.
He shoveled the fleshy fuel to her like a stoker feeding a raging furnace, slamming in so deep and so hard that his balls were thudding onto her tilted ass.
Bonny's doll-like face had contorted with desire. Her blue eyes had narrowed to slits and her red lips were parted and moist as she gasped on his lunges. Her countenance had twisted to a mask of pure lust.
Her heels drummed on his ass, urging him to fuck her faster and harder, then they locked behind him and her thighs alternatively tightened and relaxed over his hips'relaxing as he pushed in compressing as he withdrew.
He was putting it to her like an engine now, with total absorption and concentration, a locomotive gone wild, a steam engine on the point of blowing its boilers.
His balls were so swollen with pent up passion that they bulged between her thighs and his pecker was expanding, spreading her cunt wider and wider.
Mandeville was snorting with the effort.
Bonny was whimpering with ecstasy.
Her big tits bounced with firm weight as she rocked to and fro on the edge of the desk; she threw her head back, switching it from side to side; her throat worked as she gasped and then gurgled with the bliss of fucking.
Mandeville cupped his hands over her tits, as if clawing at them for support. Her nipples seemed to explode in his palms and his fingers dug into the soft globes. His head fell; a lock of hair tossed over his brow; he was beaded with drops of perspiration and his breath rasped out harshly as his orgasm drew near.
He tried to hold back.
But there was no need to hold back as far as oversexed Bonny was concerned, for her pussy was already starting to melt on his big pecker. Her cunt was waxy around his wick and then, smoldering, began to drip and flow.
"cum!" she cried. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
Mandeville felt her cunt flood; as he pushed up her hole, his mighty piston pumped heavy streamers of cunt juice from her slot. The slippery joy juice poured down her crotch and filled the crack of her ass. He pushed in harder and a light spray of cunt juice soaked the front of his immaculate Brooks Brothers trousers. He didn't give a damn. He fed the meat to her with wild abandon, stuffing her cunt to the gunwales, and she took it all joyfully, her pussy rippling and dragging at his dork as if she wanted even more.
She cried, "Aaahhhhh!"
The long waves of climax coursed in a mighty surge across her belly and into her loins. Her cunt opened up and turned to cream as she came and came again, going off like a Gatling gun in a series of orgasms that followed so quickly one upon the other that they soon merged and blended and became one solitary, prolonged climax that seemed to turn her whole being to cunt juice and fire and electric spasms of ecstasy.
Mandeville poured his potent pecker in to the hilt and howled like a beast in torment as his balls exploded.
His heavy load boiled up his stalk and spilled Out in the depths of her womb with volcanic violence.
He shot so hard that his lean ass rebounded on the recoil and his pecker rammed back into her cunt.
He banged in again.
A second geyser of cum hosed her pussy, spurting out in a thick, creamy jet.
He had blown so much scum up her hole that it came flooding out, blended with her cunt juice, as his cock withdrew to the throat of her pussy. Ribbons of cum curled down her thighs, streamers of spunk seeped into the crack of her ass, banners of frothy joy juice trickled onto the edge of the desk and fell in heavy drops, splattering on the carpet.
He was still cumming.
So was Bonny, her whole body was melting.
Mandeville plowed in and hosed her with a third jolt of cum, and then yet a fourth, filling her hole brimful of cream and then plowing back into the bubbling hot lava.
Then his balls were drained.
He felt hollow and empty and spent.
His hips continued to jolt for a moment, automatically feeding her a few more thrusts of spent pecker, then he slowed and stopped. His hands slipped from her tits and went down to the desk, braced on the surface to support his weight, for his thighs had turned to water and his knees seemed to have melted in their sockets. His head hung down and his tongue lolled out as he panted, gasping for breath. His shoulders slurped and his chest heaved. He felt as if he'd blown his guts out through his cock'as if his blood and brains had turned to cum and been sucked out into the voracious whirlpool of her loins'as though his bones had melted and poured from his cock into her cunt.
Bonny felt the same.
She slowly dropped back onto the desk, feeling as if she had melted into a shapely pool of cunt juice and was about to ooze out in a widening puddle, dripping from the edges of the desk.
Despite this, her cunt continued to ripple and her crotch still worked spasmodically on his halted pole, for as long as there was a cock in the game girl's cunt she was going to hump away on the welcome intruder.
Then Mandeville's cock diminished.
Shrinking, it pulled itself from her twat.
The heavy knob slipped out and fell, thumping on the edge of the desk and then hanging down along his thigh.
His balls had collapsed, deflating from expanded balloons to limp sacs.
But Mandeville, as soon as he once again regained control of his facial expressions, grinned happily for he knew from experience that his cock had wonderful recuperative powers and never stayed soft for long.
Bonny, looking at him along the line of her prostrate body and through the full, round cleavage of her huge tits, smiled happily and said, "Gee, that was swell."
She giggled.
"That's the kind of dick-tation I like." she said.
Claymore Mandeville looked fondly upon his secretary.
And, slung in his safety harness outside the window, Willy McCoy looked into the office with his jaw hanging open and came to the conclusion that his job was not boring at all...
CHAPTER THREE
"Do you fuck all your secretaries, boss?" Bonny Tupper asked Claymore Mandeville.
She obviously wasn't jealous, just curious. She was still perched on the edge of the desk with her legs open and her cunt flooded, in case he wanted another crack at her. She had not failed to notice that his cock, which had slackened and hung straight down just after fucking her, was now starting to stiffen again; the knob was still hanging down but it was swinging back and forth like a slow, steady pendulum
Mandeville, looking diffident, said, "Well, as a matter of fact, I do. But you mustn't think harshly of me for that. It's my wife, you see." He shrugged and looked sheepish.
"What about your wife, boss?"
"Well, she's frigid, I'm afraid."
"Aw, no! Gee whiz, what a shame...a guy with a wonderful whopper like you and a frigid wife! Why, it just isn't fair."
"It certainly isn't."
"Plenty of wives would think they'd gone to heaven if their husbands had pricks as big as yours."
"Thank you, Bonny."
Bonny looked thoughtful and obviously wanted to be helpful. She said, "You tried sucking her cunt and things? To get her hot before you stuff her, I mean?"
Mandeville flushed and looked away.
"I wouldn't dare," he said. "Veronica would be scandalized at the very thought. She's a very proper Woman, you see; I doubt that she even knows that such things as cunt sucking exist."
"Oh, wow! Every girl likes her pussy sucked...."
"Not Veronica...I wouldn't dare try it she'd think I was the worst sort of pervert."
Bonny clicked her tongue.
"How about using one of the sex aids you make here in the factory?" she suggested. "A big old vibrator might get your wife sort of stimulated..."
"My God! What a thought! She doesn't have the faintest idea what I produce here," he explained. "She thinks that rubber goods are balloons and cute little rubber dolls."
Bonny giggled.
"Boy, she must be dumb," said Bonny.
Mandeville felt obliged to defend his prim and proper wife.
He said, "No, not dumb...just innocent."
"Imagine a wife that doesn't want her husband to suck her cunt!" Bonny said, amazed. Then, smiling shyly, she said, "I love to have my cunt sucked, boss..."
Mandeville smiled at the sexy, bouncy blonde.
His mouth began to water.
"Suck my cunt," said Veronica Mandeville.
The milkman's eyes gleamed at the prospect. When he'd made his delivery he'd found a note in the empty bottle asking him to ring. He had rung. Mrs. Mandeville had answered the door, wearing a transparent robe of black silk and, quite obviously, nothing else. The milkman, whose name was Hubble, had been startled and surprised. Veronica Mandeville was a tall, haughty brunette who looked down her aristocratic nose at everyone and gave the impression that she disdained all commoners.
When she opened the door, Hubble figured that she cared so little for him that she simply didn't realize that her bush and tits were on display through the transparent robe'that she thought no more of him than she would have a dog.
He had averted his eyes.
Hubble was new on the route.
Veronica said, "Come in.
Hubble entered the luxurious home.
"Did the previous milkman explain about the special order I expect twice a week?" she asked him.
"No, Ma'am."
"Oh, what a bother!" she said, snorting in an upper class fashion and looking exasperated.
"If you'll tell me what you want..."
"Why, I want a fuck," she'd said. Hubble had almost fainted.
Veronica, seeing how uncomfortable the new milkman was, took pity on him and explained.
She said, "I fuck the mailman on Tuesdays and Thursdays and the trash collector on Fridays and the meter readers as they happen along. Wednesdays I always fuck the milkman."
"Oh," he said.
"My special order," she said, with a smile. "Heavy cream."
Hubble's pecker had started to sprout in his pants. He had an image of a full milk bottle on a doorstep in freezing weather, with the thick cream pushing the top off.
"Err...I'm a married man," he said. "Well, I'm a married woman, so that's okay."
"Oh," he said. He hadn't realized that.
She said, "That's why I'm a randy housewife, you see...because I'm married. If I had a proper husband, I'd be true to him. But I married an impotent jerk. Poor Claymore...he has an enormous dick but he's too shy and bashful to use it. He only fucks me about once a month...and on holidays and anniversaries and things like that, you know. Whereas I need some pecker every day. Except Sundays, I can do without on Sundays with the newspapers and all. You see, my husband has put me up on a pedestal and worships at my feet. Somehow he got the idea that I was pure and innocent and wasn't interested in sex. And I can't tell him differently now, for fear he will think he made a mistake and married a tramp. It's all very difficult."
"I can see that, Ma'am.''
"He's never once sucked my cunt," she went on.
"What a crime..."
"And although I'm starved for prick, I simply wouldn't dare to let him know I want to suck his big pecker...he doesn't think I even know the word for such a thing."
"It's called cocksucking, isn't it?" said Hubble.
A trace of a smile played upon Veronica's lips.
"Well, now that I've explained and put you at your ease, shall we go to the bedroom?"
"Yes, Ma'am," said the milkman.
She removed the robe, which really didn't expose any more of her lush body, since it was transparent, and lay down on the bed with her legs open. Her bush was dark and luxurious and her pussy was pink and wet.
Hubble removed his uniform with scant regard for buttons and zippers and, naked, waited for her order. He was a stocky fellow, very pale, so that he gave the general impression of the size and shape of a milk bottle.
But he had a big cock.
Veronica had often noticed that men's cocks were indicative of their jobs. The postman had a neat, round dick like the tube in which magazines are delivered, the meter reader had a long, flat ruler type prick and the gardener had a veritable rake. Hubble's cock was like a pint of cream, fat and white and tasty looking. She thought that, later, she would suck it.
But she was concerned with her own pleasure first.
Patting her pussy, she said, "Suck my cunt."
Hubble was in awe of this aristocratic nympho.
He got down on his knees like a slave before a queen and shuffled up to the bed in a humble manner. He placed his chin on the edge of the mattress like a dog, his tongue lolling out, and gazed at her pussy with respect.
Veronica slid down to the edge of the bed and pushed her crotch into his face.
Hubble was not unacquainted with cunt sucking, for it was a pleasure that his wife demanded nightly.
But his wife was ugly and fat, whereas Mrs. Mandeville was beautiful and slender, and he hesitated for a moment, hoping he was good enough for her. She rubbed her juicy gash around in his face.
Hubble began to lap her sodden slot.
His tongue slurped up the crack, then stiffened and dipped into the open hole. He fitted his lips to her slot and began to suck steadily. Cunt juice ran onto his tongue and he savored the rare succulence on his taste buds.
He gained confidence when he realized that her cunt did not taste different from any other woman's, despite her high station in life, and he began to suck and tongue with rare abandon. He was using his whole face, rubbing it around in her crotch, while his lips and tongue paid homage to her hole. Then he began to dip-his face down and tongue with broad, flat slurps all the way up from her asshole to her mound of Venus.
Veronica began to shudder.
Her body was long and lean and it was vibrating through the whole supple length. She ground her pelvis against his eager face and switched her hips from side to side. Her face had twisted with desire, becoming less upper class and more sensual, as if the very configuration of her countenance were transformed and transported by her ecstasy.
Hubble pushed his tongue up her asshole.
Veronica squirmed happily.
She loved that; if only her husband would just once stick his tongue up her asshole, she thought, dreamily, for she really did love Claymore...if only he were not such a prude...
She threw her knees up almost to her tits so that the lusty milkman could get at her asshole without hindrance and he rimmed her fight brown bud with stabbing strokes.
His tongue glided back to her sodden box and wormed up the slippery channel.
He sucked on her love bud for awhile, then used his fingers to spread her cunt lips wide open and sucked so far up her hole it felt like he was trying to bury his whole head in her loins...a very pleasant fantasy!
Veronica whimpered at the thought of having some narrow headed fellow tongue her cunt from the inside.
She clamped her lean thighs around his head; reaching down, she grabbed him by the hair and began to rub his face around in her crotch like a washcloth. Her cunt was steaming and bubbling and she wiped the overflow up on his face as he joyfully sucked and slurped away with hearty appetite.
"I am about to climax," she said.
Then, "I'm cumming!"
Hubble already knew that, for her thick cunt juice was fairly flowing into his mouth now; it was streaming across his tongue and slipping down his throat as he gulped away, eager to drink her sweet nectar.
He spread her labia wide and dipped his tongue deep into her flooded gash, using it like a scoop to drag out great mouthfuls of tasty love juice.
She shuddered, dragging him by the hair into her loins and writhing against him, Long waves of ecstasy flooded across her belly and pulsed up her taut thighs. Then she let out a long sigh as her cunt burst into carnal flame and she was at the very peak, cumming steadily and wondrously in her eager mouth.
Her orgasm lasted for long minutes, coming in a series of highs and ebbs, and Hubble sucked voraciously away as she writhed and squirmed and squealed.
Then she relaxed, drained for the moment.
The milkman continued to suck merrily away, fetching the heavy cream to the last drop and gulping it down with relish.
He raised his creamy face and grinned at her.
She smiled back, a satisfied, contented smile that lit her face dreamily.
Hubble Wondered if he would be curtly dismissed now that she had had her jollies.
He hoped not, but he wouldn't object sucking her off had been a rare treat in itself.
But Veronica never dreamed of such a thing.
She said, "Let me get my breath back, you adorable little milkman...give me a moment..."
He nodded, his eyes bright and the head of his big, white pecker starting to glow.
She patted the bed.
Hubble crawled up beside her. The sheets were silk and her body was silken. He touched her stiff nipple tentatively and, when she did not object, began to massage that taut knob. She purred dreamily. Hubble leaned over and commenced to suck on her tits, switching back and forth from nipple to nipple. Those big nuggets seemed to explode in his lips.
"Ooohhhhh, that feels nice," she sighed. "But it's making me hot again...I think I'm ready for some cream."
"You want to screw?" Hubble gasped, his mouth on her nipple so that his words were muffled against her hot flesh.
"I want to blow you, first," she said.
Hubble's eyes rolled.
Although his wife made him suck her pussy with great regularity, and would never let him fuck until he had sucked for a long time, that worthy woman did not like giving head, herself. She protested that it made her teeth ache. She would only blow him on special occasions, like when she wanted some extra housekeeping money. Now the milkman was thrilled at the idea that he was going to get his dick sucked by this aristocratic woman. It seemed an impossible dream.
His common, milkman cock in that elegant mouth!
It caused his pecker to throb mightily.
He said, "Gee, I better warn you...if you start sucking on my cock, I'm liable to cum in your mouth..."
She looked at him wide-eyed.
"But that's the idea, you silly man," she said.
Hubble whimpered with expectation.
"I do so love to drink cum," she told him, licking her lips as if to prove the truth of that statement.
She folded her delicate hand around his prick and pumped it a few times. She slid down the bed until her face was level with his pelvis. Leaning over him, she hesitated, her mouth only an inch or two above the head of his rampant dick.
Her tongue fluttered out, lapping at the air, teasing him by proximity.
Veronica, always blew the delivery men and her various other callers. That was even more important to her than fucking them, because she did at least get an occasional fuck from Claymore, whereas she never had a chance to eat him. She craved it; her mouth watered and she drooled at the very thought of a mouthful of hot cock meat and thick cum.
As she hovered over his prick, she gazed at it.
The knob was circular and had a prominent ledge that cut back sharply to the stalk. It did sort of look like a milk bottle, she thought. Or maybe a churn...yes, a churn, where she could turn the contents to heavy cream with the nimble action of her tongue.
It was remarkable how cocks symbolized one's trade, it surely was. She would like to meet a man who made sledge hammers some day, she thought; or a steeplejack; or the men who erected Stonehenge! Her lusty imagination soared. She thought of men who carved totem poles and men who put up telephone poles; she thought of chimney sweeps and boiler stokers and gunnery officers; captains of torpedo boats and riveters.
If only her husband had such a trade.
If only he harvested redwood trees, instead of making those fucking rubber ducks!
If he manufactured basketballs instead of deflated balloons.
Well, this was not the time to think about what might have been, but of what was, and what was, at the moment, was the milkman's big dick only an inch from her tongue.
She lapped at the air, millimeters from the tip of his angry, red cockhead. Her hand slowly and lovingly pushed up and down his shaft, causing the knob to flare.
Hubble whimpered.
As her elegant, well-manicured hand pushed down to the hilt of his stalk, a thick drop of fluid came oozing from the cleft.
"Ooohhhhh!"' the cock crazy wife whispered.
Her eyes crossed as she gazed in fascination at this slippery drop of cum. It ran sluggishly down his cockhead and clung to the ledge behind the glands was starved.
She pushed her tongue out and gathered the solitary drop of spunk from the head of his pecker. She let it roll about on her tongue, savoring the delicious taste and thrilling to the oily, succulent texture.
She swallowed it down.
Like fine brandy, it went down warm and spread a gentle glow throughout her belly.
And like a proper appetizer, it made her ravenous.
Veronica began to lave the head of his bloated cock, her tongue sweeping and coiling all over the swollen lump of smoking meat. She licked up his stalk, circled the knob, ducked down to tongue his massive balls. Then she rose up the shaft, her lips slurping along the lube and her tongue working like a windshield wiper. When she reached the top she tilted her head down and took the head of his pecker right into her mouth.
She began to suck voraciously.
Her cheeks hollowed as she drew in, then bulged out as the fat lump of cock meat pushed into them.
Hubble was humping up from the bed, fucking vigorously into her willing mouth.
Her lips compressed around his stalk and she began to bob her head up and down, feeding his prick all the way back to the entrance of her throat. She slid up and down the joy stick, sucking lovingly at every inch as it went in and out. Her head fell as if she were ducking for apples.
She cupped his cum-filled balls in one hand.
Her other hand began to frig his cock up and down steadily. She was so hungry for his cum that she was jerking him off and sucking him off at the same time, to hasten the process; to slake her mad thirst with his thirst-quenching oil.
His hot knob was lodging in her throat and she was pushing her mouth all the way down his shaft, her lips going down to meet her fist as she pumped up.
"Unghhh:," she gasped, as the head of his pecker filled her throat; gagging but never missing a stroke.
Then she sighed, "Aaahhhhh," as her lips slid back up his shaft and sucked on his bloated helmet.
"cum...cum for me...cum in my mouth..." she purred, urging him as her lips and hand pumped away vigorously as if she sought to drag his cream out like a pump drawing up oil from the carnal well.
Her word affected the milkman as much as her mouth and hand; he lurched up, burying his dick in her mouth and cried out as he reached the peak.
Suddenly her mouth was filled with cum.
Veronica gasped with joy!
She gulped his spunk furiously down, just in time to make room for another great spurt as he blew a second load into her mouth and throat. He was hosing her mouth quite thoroughly. Her cheeks were packed with cum, her teeth ran with quicksilvery nuggets of spunk, the hot cream poured down her throat.
It was lovely, thick whipping cream and she whipped it out with her pumping fist and slurped it greedily down.
Cum overflowed, glistening on her lips and running down her chin from the corner of her mouth in a slippery, bubbling trickle. Veronica kept sucking on his cockhead until she was sure that she had milked every last precious drop from his balls.
Then she drew away, smiling with creamy lips; licked those lips to gather up the errant drops, not wanting to waste a single drop.
"Ummm...delicious..." she purred.
Hubble had never had his dick milked so thoroughly.
He was gasping and shuddering and panting.
Veronica waited for a moment, then went down on him again. His cock had just started to shrink. The moment her warm lips collared his knob he started to expand all over again.
He looked down at her in awe, seeing that beautiful, upper-class countenance transfixed on his pecker...and obviously very happy there. Her face was lit with lust and joy as she sucked and slipped up and down.
She raised her lips from the tip of his dick and said, "I'll suck you up hard again, then we can fuck..."
With that explained, she went down on his dick again.
His dick started to harden like iron, not at all exhausted despite the tremendous load she had sucked from him.
Hubble watched her face rise and fall and he thought that it was a terrible shame for this wonderful sexpot to have an impotent husband.
But Hubble was happy about it.
CHAPTER FOUR
Veronica's husband, who was not impotent at all, was kneeling on the carpeted floor of his private office, giving head to blonde, buxom Bonny Tupper.
Bonny was poised on the edge of the desk, her head thrown back in joy, gazing with lust-glazed eyes at the ceiling.
Willy McCoy, slung in his safety harness, was peering in through the window with enormous interest.
And then Wanda Jenkins walked into the office. Wanda was a redhead with tits that stuck straight out, quite the opposite of Bonny's round mounds, more like cannon shells than basketballs. Her ass was shaped like a lush teardrop, under slung and infinitely suitable for being cupped in hands while she was coupling with a cock. She had firm, heavy thighs and wide, womanly hips and she was a very randy girl.
Wanda was a trusted employee at Mandeville Rubber Goods and her job was to oversee the testing of the dildos.
She had been doing that this morning.
A new line of dildoes was being produced and half a dozen hippy girls had been given part time jobs testing the big rubber dicks. The rubber cocks came along, head up, on an assembly line and the happy girls squatted on each dick as it passed under their position, checking for any, imperfections in the shape Or rough patches in the rubber rod and also giving value judgments regarding the effectiveness of the new shapes and sizes.
Everything was going well.
One hippy girl had complained that her pussy wasn't lubricated sufficiently to accommodate a succession of big rubber pricks but Wanda had given her a brief tonguing which had solved that problem. Now all was going smoothly. The dicks came marching down the line and the girls had got the timing right, giving each dick a squat and a squirm as it passed. Then they straightened up and marked their charts quickly as the next dick in line came rumbling down to them. The factory floor was a bit slippery with cunt juice and Wanda made a note to the effect that they had better put down sawdust or hire someone to lap it up; other than that the new line seemed to be successful.
Wanda left the assembly line and decided she would report to Claymore Mandeville.
It occurred to her that Mandeville had not yet summoned her for his daily fuck.
She was a dutiful employee and she worried about the boss. He was overworked, she knew.
Sometimes he forgot to fuck.
So she went up to his office and walked in and what should she see but her boss sucking the cunt of the dumb blonde secretary!
Well, Wanda was miffed at that.
It didn't seem fair. She had worked for Mandeville Rubber Goods for a year and now one of her major duties had been given to a new girl.
But she didn't say anything and neither did Bonny, whose eyes were glazed. Nor did Mandeville, whose head was buried. He didn't even notice that she had come in. But Willy McCoy did.
His nose was pressed to the window as he watched the cunt sucking. When he saw the door open he started, afraid of being discovered. Ducking back, he lost his footing.
He fell off the ledge.
His safety harness saved him but he dropped down so that he was dangling with his chin on the window ledge and legs kicking in front of a window on the floor below.
He struggled to pull himself back up.
Wanda had stormed out and, went down the stairs. She figured that since she wasn't going to get her daily fuck from the boss, she had better go back and replace one of the happy girls on the dildo line but as she turned into the hallway one floor below she Was startled to see a pair of legs dangling and kicking outside the window.
Her first thought was that one of the inflatable rubber dolls had been filled with helium by mistake, and was floating away, and she rushed down to rescue it.
But then she saw that it was not a doll, because it very definitely had a hard on and only female dolls were manufactured at Mandeville Rubber Goods.
The boss who was no pervert, was very strict about that rule. No male dolls were ever molded. If it wasn't a doll, it must be a man, she reasoned.
And, if it had a hard on, it needed to cum. Wanda, who was both jealous and excited by having seen her boss feeding his tongue to Bonny, got a wicked gleam in her green eyes as she advanced towards the window with the kicking legs and the rampant pecker...
Willy was bobbing up and down on his harness, trying to pull himself up to the window ledge while, at the same time, not losing sight of the lovely scene before him.
He heard the window below him open.
A redhead looked out, tilting her head to look up at him.
It was the same redhead who had looked in the office, he noticed. Had she seen him snooping? He looked as innocent as he could and said, "I'm the window cleaner.
Wanda said, "Oh, yes? Well, I'm the supervisor of the dildo department."
She stuck her hand up. Dangling in mid-air, Willy shook hands with the woman.
"I...err...I slipped," he explained. "That's why I'm hanging around instead of washing the windows; I'm not loafing, just sort of accidentally suspended."
She nodded, accepting his excuse.
"How come you got a bone on?" she asked.
Willy hemmed and hawed.
"You been looking in the boss's office?" Willy muttered. He thought that he was being castigated and his pecker started to shrink. The bulge in the front of his pants diminished. Seeing this, lusty Wanda realized that she had approached the man in the wrong way, threatening to defeat her own purposes...her sharp tongue depriving itself, as it were, hurting itself with its own cleverness as it spoke to the man hoisted in the safety harness. This would never do! It was hateful to Wanda that a hard dick should ever be allowed to shrink unused and soften unspent.
She said, ''That's okay...maybe I better help you out your predicament, huh?"
She meant, of course, assist him with his hard on.
Willy made the natural mistake of thinking that she meant to help him from his precarious position.
"I could use a hand," he said.
A hand? Wanda frowned. That wasn't quite what she had had in mind...but still, she didn't mind giving the odd hand job. Without further ado, she reached out the window and unzipped Willy's fly. She reached in, looking for his dick.
Willy gulped and his prick began to react in a strange manner, uncertain of its role. Afraid that his woman intended to castigate him, or even castrate him, Willy's pecker tried to hide. On the other hand, it could not simply
shrink away and conceal itself in the innocence of a soft state, for it was not in the nature of Willy's pecker to soften when a buxom redhead was looking for it so eagerly. So at the same time his dick was both getting larger and harder and easier to find, while it coiled and sneaked around inside his pants trying to hide. It looped around, slithering like a slippery eel, eluding Wanda's hand.
She sought it doggedly.
She found his big, bloated balls and got a good grip on them with one hand.
Working from there, it was child's play to trace her other hand up and grab his pecker.
She hauled that big tool out.
Holding it at the hilt, like a baton, she looked at it. It was not as big as Mandeville's venerable bludgeon, she thought, but it was larger than a run of the mill pecker and she was perfectly satisfied with that.
She began to pump her hand up and down his stalk, squeezing his balls with the other hand.
Willy's pecker got the idea straight off and began to flare and pulsate.
But Willy was slower on the uptake.
He squawked, "You can't pull me in that way!"
"I'm not pulling you in," Wanda said. "I'm pulling you off. There's a big difference."
Willy gasped as he understood the situation.
"I'd like to pull you into my cunt," she said, giving his prick a loving push-pull, "but I'm damned if I'll stand out there on the window sill, no matter how big your dick is. So stop twitching around so much and let me get on with it.."
She began to pump his cock purposefully; her hand slammed up and down the fat shaft, from hilt to head, then tightened a bit and ran up and down, dragging his foreskin with it. At the top of the stroke, his sheath was hauled up over the glans and at the down stroke it was drawn tightly back so that his big peckerhead flared out dramatically.
Well, it was an incredible sight.
There was Willy McCoy, suspended in mid-air, his feet kicking and his body bobbing up and down in the harness like a paratrooper stuck in a tree. A lush redhead with enormous cannon shell knockers was leaning out the lower window, purposefully pulling away on his pork and causing his suspended body to sway in and out as well as swinging from side to side. And his chin was still resting on the windowsill above, through which he was looking into Mandeville's office and watching Mandeville sucking merrily away on Bonny Tupper 's juicy snatch.
Pedestrians stopped to look up.
Motorists skidded to a halt in the street below.
A cop named Clancy stared up, scratching his redneck and wondering if this was evidence.
And Willy McCoy began to forget his precarious predicament as Wanda's nimble hands supercharged his sensations.
Wanda leaned right out the window, bringing her face close to the head of Willy's pecker. She was staring at the bloated slab of cock meat with fascination. Usually when cocks were excited around Wanda, they were excited in her, so she seldom got a chance to actually watch the process. The novelty of the situation delighted the oversexed supervisor.
The head of his cock had flushed scarlet and the cleft was gaping open. It looked like the head of a mace, already bloodied in combat.
It looked so tasty that Wanda simply had to push her tongue out and lave the tip.
Wetted with saliva, his cock head seemed to steam.
Tingling with the taste of his hot meat, Wanda could not help but slip her lips over the swollen knob and, suck on it a bit.
She compressed her lips around the stalk and bobbed her head up and down, feeding the stick back into her cheeks and throat and lashing the head with her tongue.
Wanda was undecided about the situation.
She loved sucking dick and Willy's dick was a tasty affair and obviously it would be pleasant to suck him off and gobble up his steamy cum.
On the other hand, with his pecker buried in her mouth, she couldn't see it; even looking cross-eyed she could only see the root of his pecker and she couldn't see the knob at all. She had enjoyed the novelty of watching his prick react to her massaging and now the girl had to weigh the benefits of the visual against those of the lingual.
She couldn't have her cake and eat it too.
Then the randy redhead thought that, maybe, she could, after all. Her green eyes gleamed with unholy light and her lips smiled around his pecker
She pulled her mouth away slowly, her lips slurp slurping moistly as they reluctantly slipped off his crown.
She stuck her tongue out, flattening it against the underside of his cockhead.
At the same time she tilted her head back, sticking her jaw out while drawing her brow back.
In that position, looking down her own face, Wanda was able to look at the head of his cock while it rested on her thrust out tongue.
She was tasting him and watching him at the same time, a tremendous double-stimulation. The visual treat of seeing his huge slab of cock meat flare and throb sent shivers of passion knifing through her loins, while the succulent flavor of his fleshy knob tingled on her taste buds.
Wanda began to squirm.
Her big ass and wide hips jolted and thrashed about in the hallway, doing a carnal dance. Her meaty thighs were pressed to the windowsill as she leaned out and her big tits loomed like gargoyles from the side of the building, the nipples pushing out against her sweater like a pair of beacons.
Willy swung in and out.
Wanda no longer had to frig his prick. All she had to do was hold her fist steady and let his dick slip through it as his body swung back and forth.
Her tongue lay coiled over her lower lip, flattened out into a soft bridge for his cockhead to glide onto...a bridge spanning the void between frustration and relief, readiness and completion, thrill and satiation.
The fat tip of his prick was glowing like a lighthouse now, like a beacon atop his thick tower. The cleft was bubbling with promise of a deluge in the making and the big, bi-valved knob had begun to vibrate.
Wanda, blew down his dick.
Her tongue moved against the underside, at that sensitive point where the head bulged from the stalk and where the fat, pulsating vein merged with the swollen wedge.
Looking down her cheeks, she saw spunk bubble out onto the tip of her tongue. She felt his balls balloon in her hand; his shaft was swelling bigger and bigger in her other hand. Wanda was crazed with lust and had to struggle against the impulse to take his dick deep into her mouth and to pump her hand frantically up and down the staff, hurrying the process of cumming.
Willy Was twitching spasmodically.
Suddenly he stiffened, his body going rigid as he swung helplessly in and out from the window.
Wanda knew he was at the peak and she sighed with joyful expectations, gurgling and purring.
Her tongue wriggled under his cockhead; her eyes narrowed with desire as she transfixed his swollen cock and her vision; she began to pant for his cum.
She felt his- balls explode in her left hand.
She felt his thick sap rush up his tube through the endosure of her right fist.
His geyser blasted from his knob.
The hot, silvery jet burst out, skimming over her arched tongue and rebounding into her mouth. It splattered in her cheeks and whitewashed her tonsils. She opened her throat so that the lovely spunk could pour down into her belly without having to swallow. She could see the cum spurt from his cleft and slither up her tongue before it vanished into her maw and the sight was every bit as thrilling as the taste and the feeling.
Willy swung out in a wide arc, going out much farther than he had been, as his loins were slammed back on the recoil of his mighty ejaculation.
He swung in again on the harness and as his cockhead slipped onto the hot bridge of her tongue he blew a second wad of delicious jism into her mouth.
Again he was rammed back on the recoil, pushed out by the emission of his jet. in equal and opposite reaction, proving Newtonian Law as he proved his potency.
It was the first time that Willy had ever been swung off and the first time that Wanda had ever had the pleasure of watching a dick spurt as well as drinking it and they shared this unique joy to the fullest.
He arced in and shot another gout into her hungry maw.
Then he went limp in the harness and began to flop around like a puppet on a string.
Wanda was sorry that it was over. She would have liked to have him cum in a continuous stream for half an hour. But she knew that such things were not possible, regrettably; a man came just so much and then had to be aroused again.
She propped her lips over his knob and sucked on it, savoring the taste and the velvet texture.
His dick twitched, then jerked.
Her green eyes lighted with happiness as she realized that this was a most potent fellow'that despite his titanic rocket of spunk, his cock was still tense and eager.
And he was helpless!
Hanging there, unable to do more than protest, he was completely at Wanda's mercy. It was bondage of a rare degree, she realized; he was a prisoner to her whims.
She began to suck on his cockhead with concentration.
It had softened only slightly; now it began to harden and grow again, inside her mouth, smooth and soft-hard at the same time. He was mumbling something about getting vertigo, but Wanda paid no mind to his plight. It seemed unlikely that she would ever again have a man in just this position and that oversexed supervisor of dildos intended to make the most of it!
CHAPTER FIVE
Bonny Tupper's pussy was creaming heavily as Claymore Mandeville fed it his nimble tongue.
But this cunt eating process was being hampered now.
His massive cock had been inspired by his actions afraid it was once again towering before his belly, as big and as hard and as hot as ever it had been.
It was getting in the way.
The knob was thumping against the edge his desk and, in his crouched position, threatening to give him a violent rap under the chin. As much as he was enjoying sucking out Bonny's juicy snatch, it was most distracting to have his demanding pecker knocking away just below his jaw.
He gave her love box a last tongue thrust and stood up.
Bonny whimpered and wriggled, not wanting him to take his face from her steaming crotch for a moment.
But then as he rose up she saw the state of his pecker and she knew there were other delights in store for her.
His cock came looming up past the edge of the desk like Jaws from the depths of the ocean.
Bonny squealed at the sight of the phallic shark. Mandeville stood straight up and let her have a look at his monolithic masterpiece, then he dipped his knees again so that the knob was on a level with the top of the desk and, therefore, with her crotch.
He wrapped his fist around his dick and bent it'no mean feat'down to the horizontal, so that the nozzle was aimed at Bonny's wet hole.
The tip nestled in her slot.
Her juicy box slurped on it.
Mandeville grimaced with the sensation and ran the mighty rod into her hot sheath to the roots.
He began to fuck her on the edge of the desk, plowing straight in and out, but it was a painful process for his dick was bent down from the normal hard on angle.
Bonny's pelvis was being lifted right off the desk as his huge crowbar tried to rise up, working like a lever across the fulcrum of the desk edge and elevating her ass.
Mandeville saw the necessity of changing his position, for he feared his dork might snap off at the hilt.
He cupped his hands under Bonny's juicy, round ass and lifted her from the desk. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and hooked her heels behind his knees. Her arms clung to his neck. His cock supported her crotch like a huge stake transfixing her and his hands cradled her ass.
He began to fuck her as they stood.
His cock was at the normal angle now and it ran readily up and down her vertical twat. Cunt juice hung in a light mist just under her ass and thicker streamlets poured down his shaft as he plowed in and out of her fertile furrow. His big balls swung back and forth like bells, chiming with the clappers of carnal lust and echoing in their ears as they rang with desire.
His hands tensed, then relaxed; he was lifting her ass up as he withdrew and then letting her gently drop as she settled onto his dick on the upstroke.
Bonny began to help in this. She tightened her smooth thighs over his hips and shimmied up his torso as he pulled his cock out, then relaxed and let her cunt slide down his rising pole when he banged it up again.
Her cunt worked like a wringer on his pole, the moist muscles contracting up his stalk and folding tight, molding themselves around the fat wedge of his knob.
Mandeville began to shuffle around the room, supporting the bouncy blonde on hands and cock as he moved.
She clung tightly to him while her arms and legs and her lush ass pivoted from side to side as he spiked her. Her belly rubbed up and down on his, sensuous and soft and pliable, as her belly was filled with massive cock.
He turned; he stepped; he poised, then dipped and swayed. This walking fuck was carrying them around the room. He reached the wall and rested her against it while he planked the pork in with savage thrusts, then carried her away and screwed into her in the center of the room, lifting her nubile body on the force of his powerful jolts.
His back was to the window now and Bonny's chin was on his shoulder. Her eyes were closed in love but as he gave her a particularly powerful thrust to lose blue orbs opened wide with joy and, looking over his shoulder, the blonde found herself staring at a face on the windowsill.
No, that couldn't be, she thought, and she closed her eyes again as he pronged her deeply.
But it sure as hell was, she knew; and she looked at that face once again.
It seemed to be a disembodied head resting on the ledge outside the window, but it was definitely alive. The head was staring at them and the countenance seemed to be transported by passion, lips drawn back from the teeth, eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring.
Bonny knew she should mention this strange voyeur to her boss but she was damned if she wanted to interrupt the fucking in progress. So she winked at the disembodied head, closed her eyes again and began to gyrate her ass and jolt her hips in spasms of unadulterated desire.
Mandeville dipped his knees and rammed his pecker up so hard that Bonny's teeth rattled.
He lowered his mast and then slammed it home with such force that her skeleton shook and clattered.
Her twat sucked greedily on his dick, insatiably demanding more, fluttering and pulsing around his spike in wet spasms of voracious longing. Her big tits flattened against his chest, the nipples branding him in flaring points. She sucked on his neck, drawing blood, and clawed at his shoulders. Weightless in his embrace, she felt as if she were soaring through space, propelled on the jet of his cock.
She was cumming again; Bonny was always cumming and most happy about it. Her cunt was flowing and cunt juice was soaking his legs and her crotch and the floor beneath them as they staggered here and there at random.
Then Mandeville was shooting.
He blasted up into her cunt and his geyser struck into her with such power that the girl could feel her body being lifted on the mighty jet. She felt as if she had been straddling Old Faithful when it blew. It wouldn't have surprised her if his ejaculation had lifted her right out of his arms and off his cock and sent her spinning up to crash into the ceiling, leaving her suspended there on his inverted waterfall of jism.
He growled and dipped his knees; surfaced and blew another heavy pearly wad into her womb. Then he bucked a third spurt up her.
Bonny was filled with lovely jism and her cunt was oozing with the overflow.
She clang to Mandeville and thrashed her juicy ass from side to side as she pumped out her lust.
Spent, his cock could not support her weight.
It began to droop and he lowered her gently to the floor. His pecker slipped out from between her legs and twanged up, hitting his belly, then started to sag again.
Bonny's legs were watery.
She was afraid she would fall down so, to prevent that she knelt down.
She was kneeling in front of Mandeville as his cock, diminishing, started to pass her face on the way down, so it was the most natural thing in the world to pop the slimy head into her mouth and suck adoringly on it, showing it how much she appreciated the wonderful things it had done for her and the rare gift of balm and nectar it had so charitably presented to her pussy.
She sucked for a moment then pulled the big wad from her mouth and looked up at his face, eyebrows raised.
"Want me to suck it, now?" she asked.
His dick pulsed in response.
They'd fucked twice and he had sucked her cunt for ages so it only seemed fair that she should give him some head, too.
She was about to start sucking in earnest when she remembered the mysterious head on the windowsill.
She had Mandeville's dick in her hand and she looked past the knob as if it were a gun sight and, sighting down the shaft, she saw that the head was still there.
The head was rocking back and forth as if its neck had been broken, for it was at this precise moment that Willy was shooting his spunk onto Wanda's tongue, en route to her mouth and then to the terminal of her greedy belly.
But Bonny knew nothing of this; she knew only that they were being spied upon.
It didn't bother Bonny in the slightest to have someone watch her fuck and suck but she was worried about why the snooper should be there in the first place.
She still didn't want to mention his presence to Mandeville, because she hadn't yet had her fill of that massive pecker nor slaked her thirst from his balls, and she feared he might lose interest if he realized they were on display.
Yet she felt it was her duty to protect the boss.
She sucked on his cockhead for a moment while she considered the situation.
Then she pulled her lips away and said, "Say, boss? You don't think your wife is suspicious, do you?"
"Never," he said. "Keep sucking."
"I mean," she paused to lave the tip of his pecker with her hot tongue, "...she wouldn't hire a private detective to take pictures or anything, would she?"
"Certainly not. She trusts me. Shut up and suck."
Bonny nodded. That was all right then. It was just some harmless Peeping Tom who would cause no trouble.
Bonny began to suck Mandeville's cock voraciously, glad that his frigid wife suspected nothing...
CHAPTER SIX
Mandeville's frigid wife was taking the milkman's dick doggy fashion, suspecting nothing.
She was on her hands and knees on the bed and he was kneeling behind her, feeding the pork to her with relish. He corkscrewed in with steady, rhythmic strokes and she pushed her trim ass back to meet his thrusts and twisted her lithe hips from side to side to add torque to the lateral friction.
Now that they had sucked each other off and were screwing, the milkman was no longer in awe of the aristocratic housewife; no longer thinking her so much above him and certainly not thinking her unapproachable. She was still a wealthy woman and the wife of a baron of industry, no doubt of that, and he had to show her a certain amount of respect but, on the other hand, she was at the moment impaled on his pecker and had previously drunk his jism, so he needn't place her on a pedestal.
Furthermore, in the looking glass over the dresser, he could watch them fucking and it was a stimulating sight.
On hands and knees, she was groveling before him, as if paying homage at the altar of his cock.
As he shoved the wand to her cunt, he said, "You love it, don't you? You love dick?"
"Oh, God yes," she whimpered.
It thrilled him to be able to talk dirty such a woman.
"You like to suck cocks!" he grunted, planking her to the rim. "You drink jism! You're hungry for spunk and your cunt is hungry for cock..."
"Yes, yes, yes," she gasped, agreeing to everything.
She arched, lowering her slender back into, a bridge so that her trim ass was at the highest point of her kneeling body. Her cheeks spread as she wriggled on his dork and her tight brown asshole was revealed to him.
It struck the horny milkman that it would be nice to deprave her even further.
He said, "Let me put it up your asshole!"
He had expected her to balk at this, but there was no end to the woman's lust. She shook her head up and down and her asshole, as if it had heard its name mentioned, perked up; the taut hole fluttered and parted.
"Yes, do it." she moaned. "Do anything...everything..."
Hubble bent down and tongued her ass, making it slippery and juicy. He pulled his dork out of her cunt and fitted the blunt snout to her anus. She wriggled and squirmed expectantly. She was whimpering and gasping with desire.
Hubble pushed.
The head of his pecker stuck at the entrance to her asshole for a moment and he feared the fit would be too tight; but then her asshole fluttered open and his cockhead slipped in. Her asshole clamped tightly around the stalk.
"Deeper," she wailed, "All of it...fuck me up the ass, give me every sweet inch..."
Slowly and steadily, inch by inch, he wormed his fat dick into her snug crevice until he was buried to the hilt. Her asshole seemed to shift as it adjusted its circumference, accommodating itself to the burden of his prick.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she cried.
He began to hump her.
The fit Was tight and at first he had to forcibly pull his pecker out and then push it back in with great effort but after a few moments of this her body relaxed and he found that he was fucking up her asshole as easily as he had been up her twat. He began to bang the pork in lustily, feeding her belly. in reverse, While her asshole seemed to drag him up her digestive track with some wondrous fluid action, fairly devouring the fat rod that was being fed to her.
Reaching back between her thighs, she cupped his hanging scrotum and squeezed the hairy sac; pulled on him as if to urge him to fuck faster and deeper.
Hubble clawed at her neglected cunt as he ass fucked her, dipping his fingers up her hole and rubbing the heel of his hand around in her crotch and swiping the edge of his thumb across her stiff, throbbing clitoris.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped, each time he rimmed her to the hilt, her willowy body jerking as if stabbed.
"cum in me," she wailed, beside herself with passion. "cum up my asshole...fill me with jism..."
His cock jammed in mightily.
Her slender ass was rocked and buffeted on his lunges and she rolled her hips from side to side in a wild delirium of carnal delight while, deep within her body, she was milking him and massaging him and rippling up and down his shaft.
He felt her pussy flood in his hand.
He moaned and shot a wad of slime up her asshole and, feeling the hot lava soak into her bowels, the oversexed woman went wild on his dick, throwing herself about in such a mad gyration that Hubble had to clutch her by the hips in order to keep her from flying right off his prick.
He pulled out of her ass.
Her asshole bubbled over with spunk.
Not giving his pecker a chance to soften following his orgasm, the horny fellow slammed the meat up her twat again and began to give her dog style dick with hardly a pause at all.
Her wild contortions slowed for a moment as his cock left her asshole and then renewed themselves with even greater vigor as he plowed her cunt.
Cum was running in a stream. out of her asshole and down into her crotch, breaking into two separate rivulets as it trickled past the shaft of his pecker like a silvery sea breaking around some pillar of rock.
He had made the switch from asshole to cunt so quickly and efficiently that his cock and balls seemed to have been deceived they didn't realize that they had already climaxed and should have been spent but kept right on functioning just as if he had not cum at all.
Within minutes he was at the peak again.
He blew a brand new load of slippery fluid up her steaming pussy as, bucking as if in torment, the oversexed woman thrilled to her own wet orgasm with a creamy deluge.
Hubble stretched out, hands behind his head in a comfortable position, just as if he were the head of this household in his own bed rather than merely a lowly milkman who had delivered the heavy cream.
Veronica was in rare form and her depravity knew no bounds now; curling on her supple flank beside him, she bent down and commenced to lick and suck his soiled cock. Perhaps she was trying to get him hard again or perhaps she was only cleaning the residue of her ass and cunt from his cock and balls.
"Wow! You'll do anything, won't you?" he said, impressed by the woman's total lack of restraint.
"Everything," she replied, speaking around a mouthful of soft cockhead which she was slurping so vigorously that it appeared she was trying to inhale it.
"Your husband is sure dumb."
"Urn-hum," she said.
"Don't know what he's missing, I'll say." Her head bobbed up and down but his dick was not responding very much now. She didn't seem to mind. A mouthful of pecker tasted good even if it was soft and slack.
Hubble had hopes of seeing this woman often; not restricting his visits to delivery times.
He wondered when her husband was at work and, to that end, said, "Where does your husband work, anyhow?"
"He owns Mandeville Rubber Goods," she said, her words humming and vibrating down his dick and tingling in his scrotum.
"Huh? Are you serious?"
His tone struck her and she raised her head and looked at him, holding the knob of his cock against her cheek.
"Of course," she said.
"He owns that place and he's impotent?" Hubble said, and he burst out laughing.
"I don't understand."
"What do you think he manufactures there, anyhow, lady?" the milkman said, chuckling so hard that his dick juggled against her cheek.
She gave the head of his pecker a lick to quiet it down.
She said, "Why...he makes rubber ducks and balloons and things like that..."
Hubble roared with laughter. "Lady, are you ever wrong!"
"But....doesn't he make dolls and things?"
"Sure he does. Inflatable dolls that guys fuck."
"No!"
"Damn right! And he has the largest line of dildos in the country. You know...rubber dicks for women to use on themselves...and each other..."
"I can't believe that!"
"I'm telling you. I know, on account of I gave my wife a big rubber dick for Christmas. Bought it right there, at the factory; got it wholesale. So my old lady would have some company while I was on my rounds, you know? Keep the guys from the neighborhood out of her pants'the guys that don't have rounds, you know? On welfare, so they got lots of time to fuck a working man's wife. That's wrong screwing a guy's wife while he's working. Err...I mean...if the guy is a milkman, that is...it's okay if he is a baron of industry or something like that..."
Veronica was gaping at him; her jaw was hanging open so wide it rested on her breastbone.
It was logical for Hubble to stick his dick into her open mouth and he did so.
Veronica sucked on it from instinct and habit but her heart was no Longer in it.
She stopped after awhile.
"Well, I'll be damned," she said. "I'll bet he kept it from me because he thought I'd be shocked..."
"Well, you are shocked."
"Shocked? Why, I'm delighted!"
"Maybe he had ought to give you one of them rubber dicks, like I gave my wife...keep you from misbehaving the way..." he stopped and bit his tongue; that wasn't what he meant to say.
But it was all right.
"Rubber dick, hell!" she snorted, elegantly. "I want his big dick. I'm going right down to the factory this minute and confront him with what I've learned. After all, if he makes dildoes and rubber dolls, he can't very well be as much of a prude as I thought...and he can't really mind if I happen to like some fucking and sucking, either. Why, this is wonderful!"
"You going right now?" Hubble asked, sadly, for his dick was standing up again thanks to her tongue.
"Right now," she said.
Then she gazed at his pecker.
"Well, pretty soon, anyhow," she amended. "I owe you a favor for telling me about Claymore's business and I think I'll just pay that debt off right now..."
"I hope this don't mean you won't be wanting any more special orders of cream," he said.
She grinned. "I can always use it on my cereal or in my coffee," she told him.
And then she lowered her aristocratic head and took his carnal creamer into her mouth and proceeded to gobble him daintily until he filled her mouth with joy juice.
She did a good and thorough job, draining him to the dregs and drinking it all.
But her mind was on other things.
Specifically, her mind was on Claymore Mandeville's big cock, which, at the moment, was up Bonny Tupper's cunt...
CHAPTER SEVEN
After Hubble left, weary, watery of knee, glazed of eye, and drained of cum'Veronica got dressed hurriedly. Usually she never dressed while her husband was at the factory, wearing only a transparent robe or a pair of bikini panties and waiting to see what fuck prospects might show up at the door. Then she dressed just before her husband was due to come home so he wouldn't think her lazy; (he never would have suspected her wanton).
But now she was going out, to meet her husband and to confront him with her newly acquired knowledge. She had a pretty good idea that this day was going to mean a big change in her life style.
She put on a jade green dress of a synthetic material that clung tantalizingly to her curves and planes. She wore no bra and no panties. Her nipples pressed out against the green material nicely, she realized when she looked in the mirror, and the triangular mound of her pubic thicket was outlined'a hint of her mound of Venus pressed against the dress. A tall, slender, willowy woman, she was sexy in a refined way, giving a foreshadowing of the passion that could so easily be aroused in her supple body.
Satisfied that she looked her best, she telephoned for a taxi. She didn't want to take her own car for she had an idea that her legs would be too limp from fucking to drive the car back home afterwards.
The cab arrived shortly.
The driver was a big brute with a leather cheese cutter cap worn at a rakish angle.
Veronica got in the front seat beside him, adjusting her shirt so that a nice. stretch of lean thigh was on display.
The driver looked quite openly at her legs.
"Take me to Mandeville Rubber Goods, please," she said, pleased that he was admiring her thighs but not letting him know that she had noticed his interest.
He choked.
"Mandeville Rubber Goods?" he said. He smiled suggestively. His eyes gleamed and he leered, no longer showing her the slightest respect even though he'd picked her up at an elegant address and should have been deferential.
"You know where it is?"
"Christ, lady...sure I do. But...a nice looking gal like you, what the hell you want to go buying a rubber dick for?"
"I don't intend to buy any such thing," she said, cool as a cucumber outside but thrilled to find out that even lowly cab drivers knew what her husband manufactured.
He tipped his cap back and scratched his head. He thought about things. He said, "Well, if you ain't after a rubber dick, you got to be buying a rubber doll for your husband, right? And that's a waste, too...I mean, with a nice bit of tail like you, what's he want with a blow up doll?"
Veronica couldn't help but smile.
It amused her to think of Claymore sticking his huge pecker in a latex lovely and then, by extension, it got her feeling a bit excited. Fucking and sucking with the new milkman had been nice but the affair had by no means quenched her almost infinite capacity for lust.
She looked speculatively at the cabby's crotch. A pleasantly sizeable lump lay along his blue-jeaned thigh, twitching a bit under the denim.
"I'm not buying anything," she told him. "I get all the flesh and blood dick I want."
"I'll just bet you do, lady..."
"Postman prick and milkman member and meter reader peter and delivery boy dick," she enumerated, smiling at the driver. "But I can't say as I've evet had cabby cock, come to think of it," she told him, gazing at the cock in point.
Said cock was starting to jump along his thigh.
"Oh, boy!" said the taxi driver.
"However, I'm in a bit of a hurry now..."
He scowled. He thought she was a cockteaser, giving him a future promise which would never come to pass.
But Veronica said, "So if you will just start driving, I'll be happy to suck your prick as we go."
His pecker jumped so hard it strained his blue jeans, threatening to tear its way out.
Veronica reached down and deftly unzipped his fly.
His prick sensed freedom and found the opening of its own accord, slamming out like an uncoiling spring and standing straight up from his lap, so hard that it was twanging.
The knob was glowing like the sign on top of the cab.
Veronica didn't bother to put her hand on his dick, for it needed no support. She simply bent down and took the throbbing knob into her mouth and gave it a loving pull with her lips.
"Drive,'' she said, impatiently.
The cabby put the cab in gear and started up. Satisfied that he was not shirking his duty, Veronica put her mouth back on the head of his dick and began to suck greedily. Her tongue curled and coiled all around the fat nugget of flesh while her lips pulled up and down the stalk.
The cab was following an erratic course. It was hard for the driver to concentrate on driving when his pecker was being laved and sucked and he wanted to pull over to the curb and let her finish the blow job before he motored on, but when he started to slow down Veronica pulled her lips away from his pecker and frowned at him. He continued to drive, veering around in the center of the road. His jaws were tight and he had both hands clenched hard on the steering wheel. His thighs were jumping with tensing muscle and he was rising off the seat spasmodically as he pushed his prick up into her head.
Passing cars honked and hooted and the drivers shook their fists at near collisions.
Veronica's elegantly coffered head continued to rise and fall rhythmically on his stalk, going down as far as she could so that the head of his cock was right back in her throat and her lips were nestled in his pubic hair.
The driver took one hand off the wheel and placed it behind her head. He began to push her down on his dork, trying to fuck right down her gullet.
Veronica gagged as her windpipe was clogged with hot meat but, game cocksucker that she was, she never missed a stroke. Her head went up and down just like the pistons were going up and down in the engine; the internal combustion engine was firing on a rich mixture and the internal fires of the driver's loins were at the point of explosion. His dick was churning like a drive shaft and his balls were as inflated as tires. His rear end bumped on the rocky road of lust and his thighs coiled like the springs of a suspension system, leveling the load of his desire. Her head flew up and down faster, turning more revolutions per minute, as she felt his great lever shift gears.
He was in top gear now and his dick was freewheeling in and out of her mouth.
His seminal transmission whined and the fuel injection of his balls began to function.
A trickle of spunk ran into her mouth.
Veronica whimpered with delight as she tasted this hint of the mighty load to follow. He pistoned up into her mouth with high compression, groaning and gasping.
They were downtown now and he had to slow the car in heavy traffic but Veronica evened that out by accelerating the rise and fall of her cock filled mouth.
She slurped and sucked, gasped and gagged, sighed and spluttered as she mouthed and tongued his iron hard spike.
His rod was vibrating and humming down her throat.
They had arrived outside the factory and, afraid to stop driving in case she also stopped sucking, the driver began to circle the block. But then he saw that she was far too abandoned to the joy of sucking dick to stop now and he drew in to the curb by a fire hydrant. He continued to rev the engine. His balls revved up. Now that he didn't have to give any of his attention to driving, he was able to concentrate on getting his rocks off and he stared down at her head as it rose and fell.
Spunk was bubbling from his knob now and her mouth was sliding up and down on a slippery film of lubrication.
His hand pushed her head far down and his dick slipped into her gullet smoothly.
"Take it, lady!" he snorted.
And his carnal crankcase burst open, jetting a wad of oil into Veronica's throat.
She gasped and her head bobbed up on his geyser.
She gulped, swallowing the delicious jism down greedily, and her head descended down the piston again as she pumped another succulent load from his cockhead.
She sucked out every precious drop, cooing and purring with pleasure as she swallowed it.
When he was empty, she pulled her loving lips away and turned her head to look up at him, smiling sweetly.
"That was nice," she said.
She turned back down and gave him another suck, just to make sure that no more cum lurked in ball or knob.
Then she said, "Are we there already?"
"I don't believe this," he said.
Veronica misunderstood.
"Haven't you ever had a woman blow you in your taxicab before?" she asked him, but then she saw that he was gazing out the window, looking up at the tall building.
Veronica looked up, too.
She gasped, spraying a mist of cum from her lips in the process, for it was indeed a sight to behold.
Hanging suspended from the highest window was Willy McCoy, swinging in and out in his harness.
Leaning out the window opposite his loins was a buxom redhead into whose mouth his big dick was swinging.
"My goodness," she said, amazed.
"You sure you want to go in there, lady?" asked the driver.
"I certainly do!" said randy Veronica...
Veronica and the driver were not the only ones to witness the aerial display, not by a long shot. Cars were double parked and pedestrians were rubber necked all along the block.
Officer Clancy was also watching.
His cock was as long, and as hard as his nightstick by this time, standing out in his uniform like some, relief badge that showed his authority. He had been puzzling over the situation for some time and now he determined that it was time to investigate. He wasn't sure if a crime were in progress but he was a dutiful sort of cop and thought he had better as certain the truth. But he didn't hurry, for he was the sort who preferred solving a crime to preventing one. He sauntered across the Street and entered the building with his nightstick swinging jauntily and his pecker sticking out before him like a magnifying glass before Sherlock Holmes.
He entered the factory level.
He inspected the first room he came to which happened to be the rubber doll testing site. Clancy was amazed to see a line of inflated women being dicked by several bare-assed workingmen. They gave each blown-up doll a stroke in the cunt, then in the ass and finally in the mouth. If no rough edges were thereby exposed, they pushed on the doll's belly to make sure it didn't leak and, if not, passed it as a perfect product inspected and guaranteed to be fuckable. Other working men were blowing unfucked dolls up; yet others were deflating and packaging those that had already been tested.
There was no test for venereal disease, Clancy noted, and he wrote that down in his notebook, intending to pass the information on to Muldoon of the vice squad.
Snooping on, he came to the dildo room.
A line of firm, upright rubber dicks rolled smoothly along a conveyor belt. Squatting on a rack above this belt half a dozen hippy girls waited and as each rubber prick glided under them, they squatted and pushed their juicy cunts down to the hilt. Then they deftly flipped up again, allowing the dick to pass on to the next checkpoint, so that each and every rubber cock was tested by all six girls before being marketed. It was a perfectly logical procedure, of course, and quite common in the rubber dick trade, but it was too much for Officer Clancy to take in. He had never had much success with women, other than whores that he and Muldoon had raped before arresting, and the sight of half a dozen hippy girl cunts at the same time benumbed Clancy's senses.
Officer Clancy fainted.
He fainted, in fact, as fate would have it, right on the conveyor belt.
So there was Clancy, being pulled along on his back with his nightstick upright placed between two rubber dicks.
He came under the first girl in line.
She squatted, pushing her cunt down his club.
"Here, Mable...this is a funny one," she said, calling down to the next girl in line as Clancy rolled on.
"Must be made for some sort of cop freaks," said Mable, cunting his nightstick and finding it smooth.
And on went Clancy toward the end of the line and who is to say if Was eventually packaged and sold as a dildo.
One girl who had no need of a dildo was Bonny Tupper.
She was still in Mandeville's private office and still getting dicked by the boss. She had sucked him off and they had rested for a short time and then they had gone at it all over again. The bouncy blonde was spread eagled on his big desk and Mandeville was putting the pork to her with vigor.
The top of the desk was coated with a slippery film of cum and cunt juice by this time and they were sliding around in the lubrication as they lustily jammed their loins together. Bonny had drawn her knees right up to her tits, her body rolled up into a come-at-able ball and Mandeville was slinging the plank into her cunt with long upward strokes that ran across her asshole and into the depths of her pussy with every thrust.
When she came, Bonny's legs snapped straight up and she pointed her toes at the ceiling and cried out with joy, while Mandeville poured his hot love juice into her scum bucket with frantic jerkings and joltings of ass and hip.
He stretched out, panting.
"Boy, I hope your frigid wife never finds out about us," said Bonny more because she didn't want to have this job terminated than through any concern over his marriage.
"No, she never suspects a thing," Mandeville said. "I'm more worried about Wanda the dildo supervisor being jealous."
"And what about the guy looking in the window, boss?" she asked, figuring that it was time to bring Mandeville up to date on that situation.
"Huh?" he said.
He sat up and stared at Willy McCoy.
Willy tried to smile back at Mandeville to show that he was innocent but he couldn't do much more than grimace because Wanda was sucking his dick just below.
"He's just a window cleaner," Mandeville said, noticing the harness. But then, he went over and looked out the window and he said, "A window cleaner with his cock in Wanda's mouth, however." He felt a bit jealous.
But Wanda was, after all, only an employee and there wasn't much he could say.
It wasn't as if she were his wife.
So he turned back from the window and didn't see the taxi cab across the Street as the passenger door opened.
And his wife got out.
With a wicked gleam in her eye and a film of cum on her smiling lips, Veronica Mandeville marched across the Street, slick thighs rubbing moistly together, intent on confronting her husband...
CHAPTER EIGHT
Wanda was leaning out the window, her elbows on the ledge, sucking McCoy's dick vigorously.
Her broad, firm ass was flying about her and her hips were grinding and rotating and although she was greatly enjoying this sucking of cock she wished that there had been a man standing behind her so that she could get screwed while she sucked. Sucking cock always made the redhead inordinately horny and usually after she had mouthed a man she allowed him to fuck her. In this case that was denied her, however, for she couldn't get his cock into the room and she didn't dare try to make it while standing on the windowsill because her big tits were so heavy that she had trouble keeping her balance at the best of times and often wobbled even on a level surface. So the lusty woman was resigned to getting no pecker other than orally and, nice as that was, it was frustrating.
Well, there was nothing for it but to give herself a hand job, she decided, sighing on a mouthful of peckerhead.
She reached down between her legs, tucked her hand into her panties and began to rub her fingers along her wet labia. Her juicy cunt rippled and opened. She traced along the slit, then pushed her middle finger up her hole.
Her thumb rotated back and forth across her tingling clitoris as she push-pulled her finger up her slot.
She added her index finger, fucking herself with the two side by side and scissoring them about inside her tunnel. Then she began shoveling all four fingers up her cunt, deftly flipping her wrist and finger fucking herself most pleasantly.
It felt quite nice to be fingering her hole and thumbing her love bud but she did wish that she had a cock up there or at least one of the new dildos, which had looked quite handsome as they smoothly glided down the assembly line.
Her lips pulled on McCoy's cockhead and her cunt pulled on her fingers, squishing moistly.
Then the janitor came down the hallway.
The janitor was a thin faced fellow with a sour expression on his face arid an engineer's hat on his head. When he saw Wanda at the window he paused and regarded her for a few minutes.
It was truly a memorable sight.
Her dress was raised above her waist and her panties were stretched like a hobble between her lush thighs and her wonderful ass was jolting from side to side rhythmically, one heavy hip rising as the other fell.
Cunt juice was pouring down the insides of her shapely thighs and running down her hand as she finger fucked herself.
The janitor approached, carrying his broom over his shoulder like a gun.
"You stuck out the window or something?" he asked.
Wanda couldn't look around because her mouth was stuck fast on Willy's dick so she reached out behind her, trying to identify the speaker.
Her hand folded around his broomstick.
Wanda yelped with joy.
Her hand ran up and down the smooth stick.
She had no idea who it was but he had the longest, hardest cock she had ever felt, she thought it wasn't as thick as it might have been but what the hell!
She waited until Willy swung out and then she said, "Give me some cock, for Christ sake!"
At the same time the janitor saw that the redhead was giving the window cleaner head. His pecker sprang to attention. Normally he wouldn't have dared approach someone as high up in the corporation as a dildo supervisor but now that he saw she didn't mind giving head to a lowly window cleaner he figured that he had nothing to worry about.
Wanda was dragging his broom towards her cunt.
She pushed the end up her steaming hole and wriggled about with pleasure. Her cunt lips slurped on the stick. This was too much for the janitor and he whipped open his trousers and hauled his pecker out. His cock was quite the: opposite of the broomstick in shape, for instead of being long and thin it as short and very fat, a great thick, gnarled root of a prick, seamed with heavy, throbbing veins and with a few raised scars on the tip from a time in his frantically pubescent youth he had fucked an erector set and the damn thing had got out of hand.
He pulled the broomstick out of her and shuffled in, fitting the head of his cock to her gaping slot.
Wanda's hips heaved up and down in expectation.
The janitor pushed his pecker up her hole.
She squealed in ecstasy, thinking that his cock had suddenly grown twice as thick as it had been and loving every bit of it. She began to grind her ass back against him and toss her hips about in a wild dance that sprayed cunt juice from her crotch in lascivious streams.
The janitor plowed straight in, ramming his knotty pecker in and out in a straight line while her pelvis gyrated around his penetration.
Wanda had a remarkable cunt. It was big and creamy and by all rights should have been loose fitting and sloppy but she had wonderful control of her cunt muscles; that pliable hole molded itself around his cock like a second skin, outlining his contours, gripping him as tight and firm as a condom; the concentric rings clamped closed just like fingers folding into a fist around his stalk, while his swollen cockhead was surrounded by warm, compressing pussy-flesh. He wouldn't have had to hump her at all, had he chose not to. Her cunt worked like a wringer, pumping him up and down, and the big gnarled knob of his crown seemed to be sucked and laved by some magical mouth and tongue deep within her loins.
But he chose to hump and did so with vigor.
Wanda was transported by joy.
This was a rare treat for the oversexed redhead, getting a double load of dick at the same time; taking cock at both head and tail, as it were. She had been gang banged plenty of times, but usually her manifold lovers on those occasions took turns at her crotch and it was a nice twist to have two big peckers simultaneously. The two acts complemented each other perfectly. With her cunt stuffed, she was able to enjoy sucking more than usual, for she did not have to worry about saving some of that mouthful for her pussy; on the other hand, thrilled by a mouthful of prick, her cunt was more eager than ever to be filled.
The piston haunched beauty shot her hips and rolled her ass about as she was plugged from behind.
She gulped more lovingly than ever on the big pecker that was slipping into her mouth.
It felt if she was being spiked through and through on dick'as if the two cocks were one enormous rod that passed right through her body, transfixing her; running up her cunt and coming out of her mouth at one instant, then running into her mouth and passing through her torso to emerge from her crotch at the next magical moment.
She fervidly hoped that both cocks would shoot in her at the same wonderful time.
To that end, she tried to time the two acts, according to how hard and swollen the respective dicks were, either sucking or fucking more rigorously as the case warranted.
Her lips compressed around McCoy's fat stalk and slurped up and down with great satisfaction, taking him far back into her throat and sucking away on every single inch of stalk as it slid in and out. Her tongue lashed at the underside of his cock head and fluttered up his shaft.
Her cunt was working like another mouth, sucking and pulling on the janitor's mighty, seamed weapon.
Her clitoris was knotted into a ball of frenzied passion, as his rod passed over it.
She gasped, "Unghhh," as his big cockhead lodged firmly into her throat and sighed, "aaahhhhh," as it drew back until only the tip was in her caressing lips and her cheeks had hollowed in with the suction of sucking.
Her cunt squished as the janitorial dick slipped hilt deep up her hole, then rippled like a Chinese finger trap as he drew back, only to thrust again.
The janitor was humping hard now, lifting her bouncing pelvis high on his thrusts, so that her head was forced down, at the same time, on the window washer's prick; as the janitor drew back and her haunches lowered, her head slid up. The girl was like a teeter-totter as she angled between them, a sexy seesaw going up at one end and down at the other and taking cock at both ends and positively loving every moment'and every inch. Her cunt was cumming now, creaming heavily.
Her mouth seemed to be having an orgasm, as well, so much was she drooling on McCoy's tasty pecker.
McCoy began to bounce around in his harness, obviously out of control as lust took over his cockpit; he swung in and his dick ran through her lips and over her flashing tongue and deep into her throat. She sucked. He came.
He gouted a heavy wash into her mouth and throat and she drank it with quick, hungry gulps while her tongue stretched out and laved at his knob, whipping a second thick spurt from him before he even had time to swing in and out a second time. His overflowing cockhead washed her mouth in a burning tide of spunk.
Wanda threw her head back and let the savory cream pour down her throat. Her mouth was open, like a baby bird wailing for a succulent worm. But McCoy's worm was spent now, and it was already drooping, so that as he swung in the next time the knob missed her mouth and slithered along her chin.
Wanda saw that she had drained the front dick and, forgetting about it, began to concentrate totally on the pecker that was pressing home a rear assault.
Her ass was bucking so hard that cunt juice was spraying off the walls and the janitor, standing right in the line of fire, was soaked from head to foot with slimy joy juice. But he stood his ground manfully, pouring pecker into the redhead's cunt with all his might.
He churned her, he ramrodded her, he plowed her. His balls slapped into her crotch with a wet smack and his pecker hummed up her gash, taut as a bowstring.
He tried to grip her by the hipbones to steady her for his thrusts, but her powerful pelvis was arcing and swinging so hard and so wide that he couldn't come to grips with it. Instead he leaned over and grabbed her big tits, holding them like reins as he rode her wild ass toward ecstasy.
Wanda reached back between her meaty thighs and got a handful of his balls, hauling him in to the roots.
And at the very depths of her pussy, he blew his foam out in a huge torrent, hosing her loins with cum.
The janitor staggered back, exhausted.
Wanda flopped down over the windowsill, her hips still pumping as she came and came, hardly aware, in her bliss, that she was no longer full of dick. Her mouth still drooled and her cunt still rippled. Cum ran down her chin and more cum, blended with cunt nectar, poured down her thighs.
Wanda was in heaven.
The janitor watched her for a moment, wondering if his pecker might rise for another back scuttle, but he had spent his load on the initial effort. His dick was dropping.
He shrugged stoically and went off to fetch a mop so that he could mop up the cunt juice from the walls and floor.
He stopped in the men's room on the way to mop up the cunt juice from his own splattered body. He was thinking that it wasn't half bad, being a janitor. There were plenty of perks and it was nice steady work.
And it wasn't as dangerous as cleaning windows.
Willy McCoy didn't figure it was dangerous work, because of the safety harness, but he had begun to wonder if he would be rescued from the side of the building or would be left hanging there, to be sucked off by the corporation staff whenever they chose, until he died of malnutrition or fatigue.
But then Claymore Mandeville rolled up his shirtsleeves and spat on his well-manicured hands and reached out to haul the squirming window cleaner to safety.
McCoy sat on the floor beside the window, looking sheepish, with his well milked prick hanging out.
Bonny eyed that prick and speculated on whether it might not soon be rigid again, for it was a slightly cock and, if not as large as Mandeville's, certainly adequate.
Mandeville said, "Well?"
"I wasn't spying, sir; I fell," Willy explained.
"Quite. And you're an honorable fellow who would not stoop to blackmail, I believe?"
"I'd never even think of it," Willy assured him.
"Umm... Why was Wanda giving you head?"
Willy didn't know and shook his head.
But Bonny, being lustful herself, knew perfectly well and she said, "Hard cocks are like mountains, boss...you climb 'em because they're there."
Mandeville nodded.
"Well, no harm done," he said.
But Bondy continued, "Like, for instance, if his dick was hard right now, I'd climb on it... with your permission, of course."
Mandeville raised his eyebrows.
He was not adverse to a bit of double dicking.
"But he isn't hard...thanks to Wanda."
"Randy bitch that she is," Bonny said, jealous.
Willy's well sucked prick gave an attentive lurch. "I might be able to harden that up, at that," said the nubile blonde secretary.
Willy had been lusting for the big-titted wench all the while he was watching Mandeville plank her. Now, although his dick had been well emptied in Wanda's mouth, that formidable tool began to jump about a bit.
Bonny looked at Mandeville who nodded and winked at her; gave her an encouraging smile. He was sure a good guy to work for, she thought.
She knelt down beside Willy and held her plump tits out for him to suck. He began sucking on her stiff nipples while she began to play with his cock and balls.
Willy got a hard on, his pecker coming up by degrees in a series of hard jolts.
Mandeville, watching, found that his own massive member was also getting hard, as if in sympathetic vibration.
He sat down beside Willy.
Bonny knelt between them, giving them each a nipple to suck on while she frigged both their dicks to erections. She was expert at this. She used short, quick skimming strokes that were very efficient and effective.
It was her own special type of short hand.
Soon both cocks were booming.
Willy thought: Lord, if Melissa could see me now!
Mandeville thought: I'm glad that Veronica can't see me now!
But Veronica was on her way to the office...
CHAPTER NINE
There was trouble in the rubber doll room.
Hearing the disturbance, Veronica stopped to look in on her way to her husband's office and she saw straight off what the trouble was and thought it more amusing-and exciting'than difficult.
One of the hippy girls who tested rubber dicks was new on the job; returning from a coffee and clit rubbing break, she had got in the rubber doll room instead of the rubber dick room. She had seen her mistake right away but the look of all those duty workman plundering dolls had affected the girl. She sneaked into the queue. The man whose job it was to inflate the dolls was a bit startled when this one turned up, already inflated and warm. The doll's valves were cleverly concealed by being disguised as nipples and he blew on this soft valve but with little effect; blow as he would, he could not inflate this doll any fuller'although her valve did seem to swell and stiffen.
Puzzled, he passed her on to one of the testers. The hippy girl assumed a doll-like expression, enjoying her little subterfuge. She knew she could never have fooled a man on the street with her masquerade but these workmen were a different matter. All day long they stuck their dicks in a sequence of blown up latex women and they had become jaded and bared and paid little attention to what they were about; under the circumstances, why should the man question the peculiarities of this doll?
He lifted the hippy girl by the waist and laid her across the fucking table. She held her body pneumatically tense. The workman pulled her legs apart and slipped his fat pecker up her hairy box. He gave her cunt a quick push-pull and smiled. This was far and away the best rubber doll he'd ever tested. He figured it must be the first of a new and improved line, with real pubic hair and a self-lubricating cunt. This model was, in fact, so superior that, jaded as he was, he gave her cunt a second and even a third push-pull before he withdrew. He would even have liked to cum in her but did not dare. He was paid piece work; if he spent too much time on one doll, his wages would be lessened. Then, too, if he came in one he would not be able to work until his cock got hard again. So with a sigh of reluctance, he drew his dick from her cunt.
He got her by the ankles and pushed her legs straight up in the air. He released them and they stayed where they were. She seemed almost to be made of clay, rather than rubber.
He shoved his dick up her asshole.
The doll gasped with delight.
The workman figured there must be a slow leak somewhere when he heard that gasp escape her.
He pulled out, grabbed the doll by the neck and bent her torso down. The doll squeaked as rubber will. He fed his big pecker into her mouth and was amazed to find that the doll was so life like that it sucked on his knob.
He pulled out and passed her on.
"This one had a leak," he said.
The next man in line began to push on the dolls belly to find the leak, his ear tilted as he listened for escaping air.
The leak was in the mouth.
"Have to vulcanize it," he said.
That was when the doll sprang to life and uttered protests and for a few moments there was some confusion. Then the workmen realized that they had a hippy girl in the room and they all took turns testing some real cunt and mouth with their well endowed dipsticks. Several of the men came in the girl's cunt or mouth and a few man hours of work were lost.
Veronica had watched this scene with delight, happy to find out that all things she'd heard about her husband's rubber goods factory were true.
She envied the hippy girl.
The workmen were fucking the girl from habit, as if she had been a lifeless rubber sack, rolling her up to get at her asshole, bending her head down to fuck her mouth, pulling her arms and legs about at strange angles, and it looked very interesting. The hippy girl obviously liked it and Veronica knew that she, too, would like it. She liked to be used as an object, her personality and feelings ignored by some rough men who wanted her simply as a scum bag; the debasement was thrilling.
But she didn't want to compromise. herself.
She didn't want her husband to find out that she'd been fucking his workmen until she had a chance to confront him; to offer reasons in advance.
Regretfully, she passed on.
She looked in the dildo room for a moment, watching cunts slide up and down on rampant rubber dicks, but that didn't interest her so very much. Veronica preferred flesh to rubber. It was in a way sort of nice to look at all those juicy cunts, though'there was nothing synthetic about them.
Veronica had never sucked a cunt and had often wondered if it was as much fun as she imagined it might be.
Someday, she knew, she would have to give it a try.
She moved on and went up the stairs and what should she come upon the next floor but Wanda's cunt.
Wanda was leaning out the window, panting from her recent sexual efforts. She looked like a woman trapped in a burning building and gasping for air as the smoke fumes billowed up behind her.
And, in fact, her cunt seemed to smoke a bit, of steam, as it started to cool down.
Veronica who had been thinking curiously about cunt sucking only a few minutes before, gazed at the redhead's broad haunches speculatively. She smiled. A wicked gleam came into her eye and she looked around, making sure there was no one else in the corridor to see her.
She moved up behind Wanda's hiked-up ass.
Not knowing that Wanda was on the tail end of a wonderful fuck and suck session, and was cooling down from randiness now, Veronica naturally assumed that the woman was panting for sex, rather than panting in the aftermath. What else should she think, seeing the woman in that position, with her dress above her waist and her panties down and her pussy creamy? It was quite right to suppose that the luscious redhead had been finger fucking herself for want of a cock...or a tongue.
Veronica, smiling with devilish glee, knelt down behind Wanda's thrusting ass.
She cupped the redhead's wet crotch.
Wanda stiffened and then immediately started to wriggle her ass and hips about. Although she'd cum only a few minutes before, Wanda never turned down an offer. She didn't even turn around to see who it was fondling her twat, nor did she care.
Veronica was intrigued.
This was the first pussy she'd ever played with and she rubbed and stroked it tenderly for awhile, fingering the labia and clit, then slowly and steadily pushing her fingers into the hot hole. Wanda's slot slurped and sucked on Veronica's fingers, the cunt lips pulling and the cut expanding.
Veronica, gazing raptly at that creamy gash, found that her mouth had started to water.
She had no qualms and no last minute doubts or hesitations. She had never balked at a perversion before and she wasn't about to now, with her mouth fairly drooling for her first taste of pussy.
Veronica pushed her tongue out and took a lick.
"Ummm," she sighed.
It was every bit as good as she'd hoped.
She used just the tip of her tongue at first, running it up the redhead's hairy, wet gash and tracing along the unfolded labia and over the love bud. Then she flattened her tongue and began to take broad, sweeping laps up the gaping slot.
Wanda's hips were pistoning again.
Veronica pushed her tongue right up the woman's creamy hole and began to tongue-fuck her with sharp jabs.
Although she'd never done it before, experience was not necessary; the oversexed, nothing-barred housewife knew just how to go about it.
Tilting her head, she fitted her lips to Wanda's juicy cunt and began to suck adoringly.
She opened her mouth wide, mouthing the redhead's entire crotch as she sucked cunt juice from her in silvery ribbons. There was cum there, too. Veronica damned well knew what cum tasted like for she had quaffed it by the bucketful in her lifetime and she knew that someone had shot up this succulent pussy not long before. The cum was still warm and fresh and it added a nice, spicy piquancy to the thick cunt cream.
Veronica liked this so much that she was going suck crazy on the big, slimy pussy.
She was rubbing her whole face around in Wanda's oily crotch and lapping greedily and sucking voraciously. She rimmed Wanda's asshole for a few moments, pushing her tongue right up the taut brown hole, then dipped back to the delicious pussy and renewed her oral laving.
She pushed two fingers up the hot hole and began to push-pull them in and out while she sucked on her clit. Wanda showed that she favored this approach by jolting her ass and hips about like crazy and uttering little gasps of joy.
"I'm gonna cum!" she cried.
Oh, yes! thought electrified Veronica, her tongue tingling as if coursing with current and volts of lust flashing incandescently in her own cunt.
Oh, yes, cum! Cream right in my hot mouth, give me that yummy cunt juice...
She sucked hungrily and happily.
Cunt juice came surging over her tongue and into her mouth as Wanda ground her pelvis around and let hot liquid orgasm come seething from her loins.
Veronica continued to suck until she was sure that she had drained the redhead. Then she sat back on her heels, smiling happily, green eyes lit with passion.
It was ever so nice to drink cunt juice, she thought; so nice to gulp that hot, bubbling cream right from the steaming cauldron. It was nice to make people come.
But now, greatly aroused, Veronica figured that it was time to do some cumming herself.
Leaving Wanda sprawled over the window ledge, with her well sucked crotch dripping and steaming, randy Veronica went up to the next floor, looking for her husband.
She was surprised to find no secretary in the front office when she got there. She shrugged and went on through to the inner office, pushing the door open without knocking.
Then she knew where the secretary was, all right.
Blonde Bonny was on her hands and knees.
Willy McCoy was kneeling behind her, pushing his big pecker in and out of her cunt with jerky, spasmodic jolts.
Claymore Mandeville was kneeling in front of her, sliding his even bigger prick into her mouth.
Both men's faces were contorted by lust and Bonny's face was contorted by the big mouthful of hot cock that was pushing her cheeks out like a squirrel with a mouthful of nuts, but her blue eyes registered the ecstasy that transported her.
"Am I interrupting a meeting, dear?" Veronica asked, as sweet and innocent as she could be.
Mandeville's eyes rolled towards her, filling with pure horror.
McCoy gaped at her, still shagging away.
Bonny turned her blue eyes but kept sucking.
"What can I say?" Mandeville said.
He tried to retract his dick from Bonny's face, but that sexy secretary was on the point of orgasm and was not about to be deprived of the oral end of the coupling. Her lips clamped tight behind his knob, holding him fast.
"It isn't what it looks like, dearest," Mandeville said.
"Oh?" Veronica said approaching.
She knelt down right beside this daisy chain and peered closely at Bonny's mouth where it was clamped like a tight collar over the head of Mandeville's pecker.
"I'm glad to hear that," said Veronica. "Because what it looks like, is that you have your dick in this girl's mouth."
"An illusion, I assure you," Mandeville blurted out.
He was amazed to find that, far from shrinking in shock and guilt, his dick was swelling more inside Bonny's eager mouth.
He groaned.
He didn't think his wife, innocent as she was, was dumb enough to think it an illusion.
He thought fast and hard.
"It's purely research," he explained. "You see, I am forced by financial considerations to produce sex aids here at the rubber factory...and it's necessary to fashion a quality product. Bonny here is helping out...she's going to model the newest line in blow up dolls, you see, and we're presently working on the proper shape of the mouth...for suction, you understand...there's absolutely nothing else to it, it's pure research."
"Oh, I gee," Veronica said.
Maybe she was dumb enough, after all, Mandeville thought, with a surge of hope.
"Yes, that makes sense. But I suppose you have to cum in her mouth, don't you? I mean... to find out how effective the design is...how efficient the suction..."
"Well...yes..."
"Do you mind if I watch?"
"Err...certainly not; there's nothing to be ashamed of..."
Veronica was obviously fascinated by this research; her eyes gleamed as she watched.
McCoy was fairly rattling the prick to Bonny's pussy now, slamming it in furiously. She was creaming on his dick and he gasped and shot a wad of scum up her hole. She shuddered with pleasure at the fluid impact and sucked even more resolutely on Mandeville's cock.
Mandeville, despite himself, could not hold back.
He grunted and poured his jism into Bonny's willing mouth.
She gulped it down, swallowed it with joy, and he blasted a second spurt into her. Her mouth was filled to the brim and a line of quicksilver cum ran down her chin.
"Yummy," she burbled.
Damn it, be still, Mandeville silently urged the cum-drinking blonde; such words as yummy were "not conducive to the idea that this was pure research.
He pulled his pecker from her lips.
The damn thing was still hard as nails!
Despite his shame and embarrassment and dread, his cock refused to behave. It was as hard as it had been before he came. He wondered if his pecker had been frozen by shock!
It certainly didn't look like a simple tool of research...a ruler to measure penetration, a valve to measure suction, a template to mold a sheath around...oh no!
It looked like just what it was.
A big, hard, hot cock
He turned his baleful gaze upon his wife.
There was a damned funny look in her eyes. Of course, the poor, innocent, frigid woman had never encountered anything remotely like this before, and it was no wonder that she was speechless with shock. She was licking her lips... they must be dry with mortification, he thought. She was trembling...with justified anger, he knew. She seemed to be thinking very hard about the whole thing...probably thinking about a divorce.
Her nipples were standing out...
Why, even her tits have stiffened with indignation, he thought, feeling like the lowest form of heel.
But then his wife reached out and folded her elegant hand around his swollen rod.
She jiggled it up and down.
Was she weighing it's usefulness as a tool? Or thinking about using it as a club, to hit Bonny over the head?
Veronica said, "You should have told me what sort of work you did here at the office..."
"I was...ashamed..." he croaked. She pulled his dick up and down slowly. "Why, how silly. I'm your wife, dear... you don't have to be ashamed with me."
"I...I thought..."
"But there's one thing I don't understand, Claymore," she said, with a weird smile.
"What's that, darling?"
"Why don't you ever bring work home from the office?"
CHAPTER TEN
Mandeville was stunned.
He couldn't believe what he'd heard; couldn't believe she meant what it sounded like...not cool, frigid Veronica...
But she was pumping his pecker very pleasantly and she was smiling without a trace of anger'nor of madness induced by shock'and she said, "You know, of course, that I have always been pure to the point of prudery..."
He nodded; his dick flared in her hand.
"However, I am a good wife, dear...I am quite willing to submit to any indignities or immoralities if my husband requires them. I'm glad I found out that you have found it necessary to hire lewd women to further your research...for from now on, I shall do my best to be a lewd woman!"
"You don't know what you're saying!" he cried.
"Oh, yes, I do," she maintained, and to prove it she gave the head of his dick a lick.
She seemed to be considering it.
"I've never licked a dick before, of course," she lied quite brazenly, that woman who had milked a hundred cocks and more. "But since it is my duty..." she gave his peckerhead another lap..."as your wife..." her tongue coiled around the meaty slab "...and I can't say I find it unpleasant..."
"People are watching, dear," said Mandeville.
It was true. Bonny and Willy were staring at them.
"Oh, I don't mind," said Veronica. "Now that I know my duty, no depravity is beneath me."
Bonny clapped her hands, applauding this transformation.
"As the wife of a pervert," Veronica said.
"Not a pervert!" Mandeville yelped. That was a sore point with him. He said, "Not a single male doll has ever been molded in my factory...no dildo knowingly sold to a deviate..."
"Ah, shit," said Veronica, elegantly. "Let's cut out all this crap and get on with it!"
And so they did...
Mandeville was in a state of shock. He wondered if he was dreaming the whole thing.
It certainly felt dreamy, to have Veronica's tongue lapping at his cock and balls.
Bonny, not to be left out, had started sucking McCoy.
Veronica observed this'pretending to be studying the act, which she had supposedly never performed before'and then began blowing Mandeville in the same manner.
But soon enough, overwhelmed by passion, Veronica neglected to fumble inexpertly and feign amateur status in the game of sexual variation.
She explained this by saying, "If I'm going to be a wanton woman, I'm damn well going to be a good one."
And she proceeded to choreograph the permutations on the theme of lust.
Bonny and Veronica, the distaff pair of the grouping, were nicely contrasted in face and form. Bonny was round and bouncy, soft and blonde; Veronica was tall and willowy, lithe and dark. Even their expressions were different. Bonny's blue eyes snapped open wide when she came or when someone surprised her with a sudden ejaculation; Veronica's green eyes narrowed when she came or received cum. But as far as the ability to take dick and absorb spunk, there was no choice between the two oversexed women; they soaked up semen like sponges.
Veronica sucked Mandeville's prick and Bonny slurped merrily away on McCoy's meaty pole for a short while, but plain straitlaced and old fashioned cocksucking seemed to be a bit of a waste when they were assembled together, with all the vital elements for an orgy present and naked.
Flinging her long, smooth legs out, Veronica flipped her supple body around and glided wider Mandeville. Her loins cupped and her back arched and he found himself drawn into her cunt as if on oiled rollers. She began to squirm beneath him and he started to hump. If he had not been looking down into her lust-crazed face, he would never have thought that it was his wife gyrating so fluidly beneath him'and on his cock. He was amazed. He had always found her cool and almost reluctant when she was reacting to his ideas of her nature; now that she had decided to reveal her true nature to him, her screwing talents were manifest.
Her hips flashed and her belly circled like an Arabian dancing girl; her thighs folded around his haunches and her ass worked like a piston; her torso sinuously weaved a passionate pattern and her pussy sucked on him as if she had a vacuum cleaner secreted in her loins.
Again she twisted away from him, before either of them had cum. She was truly marking the changes now, sucking and then fucking almost to the point of orgasm and then breaking off the contact long enough to-extend and prolong the climax.
She knelt before him, tossing her head impatiently.
He slipped his gigantic pecker up her from behind.
They balled dog style for a few moments and then she: reached back and disengaged his prick.
Astounding Mandeville, she fitted his cockhead to her tight brown asshole.
He hesitated, not believing what she wanted; thinking she had placed him by mistake.
But she pulled on his shaft and, at the same time, pushed her bottom backwards, corkscrewing her asshole onto his dick.
He slipped in easily enough and was doubly amazed. He bad always believed that it was a slow and painful project for a woman to take it up the ass for the first time in her life; that it required patience and KY jelly, not to mention years of depravity. Now he saw that his preconceptions had been totally Wrong, for his wife's asshole took him in as easily as her cunt.
If he had not known better, he would have thought that Veronica had taken it up the ass before.
He plowed in, corn holing her gloriously.
Again she broke off the coupling before it was ended.
Spinning around, she dragged his face down to her crotch and began to rub her cunt against him. His tongue came out like a lever, wedging into her slippery slot, prying over the fulcrum of her inflamed, tingling, swollen love bud.
How on earth did she know about such things? he wondered, as he sucked and taved away on her vulva. He guessed that it must be purely instinctive, for surely it had never before occurred to her that her pussy might enjoy being eaten...
She came then, shuddering and panting and spilling heavy lashings of cunt juice into his mouth. He lapped it up lovingly. And even after her climax had finished, she held his head to her crotch and kept him sucking and licking until after a few moments she was feeling randy all over again.
Veronica was not about to let this golden opportunity slip by on a single orgasm.
When her cunt was burning again, she pushed her husband down on his back and mounted him. She began to slide up and down on his rampant pole like a monkey on a stick, working her wet sheath right down to the roots. Her cunt lips were unfurled and slurping against his flat belly and every millimeter of his enormous pecker was stuffed up her hole.
She screwed him that way until she felt his ejaculation threaten in his swelling balls; then she slipped off and gracefully turned, rotating and settling over him in the inverse position. Her head went down onto his dick and her crotch settled onto his face and they started to sixty-nine.
Bonny and McCoy were slow-fucking and observing the Mandeville's as they lazily linked together. They were impressed. In a matter of minutes, Veronica had guided her husband through a whole course of couplings, a textbook of the variations of love. They had sucked each other separately and at the same time; they had screwed in both the missionary and the woman dominant position, and she had opened her asshole to his big reamer. Inspired, Bonny and McCoy began to fuck faster and harder.
But then Veronica had taken her husband's dick in every manner she could think of, off-hand, and had exhausted the possibilities of solo fucking.
With an evil gleam in her eye, she began to crawl toward Bonny and McCoy.
She had been on top of Mandeville, sixty-nining him, and as she crawled away his pecker slipped from her mouth and ran over her tits, snuggling in the cleavage, then rebounded from her belly. Mandeville sat up as her cunt moved away, just as if he were doing a sit up in the gym, so that he could keep his tongue up her gash as long as possible. Then he got on
his knees and crawled after her, his head pressed to her ass like a dog sniffing a bitch in heat. His tongue delved into her cunt and swooped up to flutter around in her dilated asshole.
He was totally occupied with tonguing asshole and pussy and for a few minutes he didn't realize what was transpiring at the front end of his wife. Then he heard little moist sounds and gasps and he looked up.
His eyes blinked twice as, in amazement, he saw that Veronica was sucking McCoy's cock.
He shook his head in amazement.
When his wife decided not to be frigid, she certainly did a good job of being the opposite, he thought.
Bonny and Veronica were both sucking McCoy's prick at the same time, sharing the big, meaty slab between them. They took turns on the knob, one taking that swollen nugget into her mouth and sucking while the other licked his balls while awaiting her own turn on the top of the stick. Then they started sucking his cockhead at the same time, kissing each other with his throbbing helmet between their mouths...
Spunk Was bubbling from his cockhead.
Bonny and Veronica shared this precious fluid, gathering it up on flashing tongues.
The sight of his wife lapping up jism drove Mandeville to new heights of desire. He crawled in and whanged his mighty member up her cunt from behind, pounding the pork in savagely.
He was so excited that everything took on the vague shapes and movements of a wonderful dream.
Bonny was sucking on his balls as he corkscrewed up Veronica's cunt; then somehow, without any transition that he could remember, he was fucking Bonny and Veronica was taking her turn paying lingual homage to his balls and asshole.
McCoy had somehow got his pecker up Veronica's cunt and was giving her a good shagging and Mandeville had his face right up to the action, thrilled to distraction as he watched the window cleaner's big stalk run in and out of his wife's cunt lips. As the thick rod pulled out, he saw that it was streaked with cunt juice; he heard Veronica whisper; knowing that his wife was cumming with another man's dick up her hole, Mandeville got hotter than he'd ever been before in his life.
Bonny, taking note of this, got her mouth onto the head of his cock just in time and he blew a titanic spurt of jism into her throat. She gulped it down with happy squeals and kept on sucking, pulling the spunk out of his balls in a string.
McCoy shot up Veronica's twat, jerking and twitching spasmodically as his loins spilled. Mandeville saw his cum overflow and run down her slick thighs and soak into the crack of her ass.
Their wild couplings slowed then; they were all panting and gasping, drained but still excited, for the intensity of the orgy had ignited their beings with lust and even after their loins were drained they wanted more.
But was there a combination they had not yet tried?
Mandeville figured they had done every possible thing, and would have to do a re-run.
Then Wanda walked in.
Wanda had recovered her strength sufficiently to draw back from the window. She was very happy. She'd drunk spunk and had other spunk poured up her twat and some kind woman had paused to suck her out and it had been a good day from her point of view. Now the oversexed, over-titted redhead decided that she had better see to her job and she went up to
Mandeville's office, supposing that by now he Would have finished with the blonde upstart and be ready for some redheaded gash.
Deciding she had better get a bit of that hot cock while it was going, she tore off her clothing and advanced.
Veronica gazed up from her position, McCoy's dick in her mouth now, sliding leisurely in and out.
Veronica recognized Wanda right away, having been intimate with her pussy and; after a moment, Wanda realized that this was the thoughtful, considerate passerby who had paused to eat her cunt so lavishly.
"Why, aren't you the one who..." Wanda started to say.
But Veronica did not want Mandeville to know that she had been naughty before she was naughty for his sake.
There was only one way that was sure to muffle Wanda's incriminating words.
Veronica grabbed Wanda by the ears and dragged the redhead's face into her crotch.
Wanda didn't object. She didn't mind eating pussy and, furthermore, she owed this slender, elegant woman some head. She began to lap and suck adoringly at Veronica's cum-filled, cunt juice oozing cunt.
Mandeville was amazed all over again.
And even more amazed when his wife started sucking Bonny's cunt. He saw that once depravity took root, it was liable to run away; that lust was a free wheeling sort of thing, a machine in which friction did not hinder but speeded up the progress. And he didn't mind at all.
Bonny coiled around and started tonguing Wanda's juicy gash, so that all three women were linked up in a daisy chain, sucking and being sucked. They were like some soft, supple snake as they coiled around on the carpet.
Veronica greedily sucked Bonny, Bonny hungrily ate Wanda, Wanda lustily tongued Veronica; the three girls were giving and taking pleasure on all ends.
Wanda came.
Bonny drank her cunt juice and, as if that rare cream had passed straight through her contorted, nubile body, her own cunt juice poured out at the other end.
Veronica slurped up Bonny's nectar and, by the same process, passed the impulse along the line. Her pussy creamed in Wanda's eager mouth.
Sharing the same orgasm, so tightly coupled that they might even have been sharing the same creamy load of cunt juice through their linked systems, the three girls writhed and swayed and squirmed through their joyful orgasms and hungry devouring.
The sight made McCoy and Mandeville so horny that they just had to join in.
The two men began to play a sort of horny hop scotch on all three women.
Veronica was in the middle and Bonny and Wanda were on either side of her; all three women lay on their backs now.
McCoy pushed his pork up Wanda.
Mandeville slid his dick to Bonny.
McCoy skidded sideways and gave Veronica a thrust.
Mandeville weaved up, by-passing McCoy, and fed the dork to Wanda on the other end. Then he flashed back to the center, giving his randy wife a quick two-stroke, as McCoy moved on to fuck Bonny.
Back and forth the two men went, alternating as they leaped from cunt to cunt.
Mandeville started to cum in Bonny.
He blew one jet up her and then switched with lightning speed to the center of the line, managing to slip his dick up Veronica just in time to spurt his second geyser up her twat.
Nimbly rolling on, he hosed his third stream of spunk up Wanda's juicy snatch.
Then McCoy was pouring spunk out, too, sharing it equally between the three open, eager cunts. Not as quick on the switch as Mandeville, he spilled a few precious drops on Veronica's belly and shot one true jet onto Wanda's huge tits, but he managed to distribute most of his jism into one of the various cunts.
And, at last, they were finished.
Mandeville held Veronica in his arms, tenderly stroking down the long, willowy arch of her back.
He said, "I'm glad that you're so understanding."
"I'm glad that you aren't a prude, after all."
"And I'm glad you aren't frigid..."
"All the time we've wasted..."
But they never wasted any time again.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Although Willy McCoy, on his first day on the job, had only washed one half a window, he was finished for the day. That was why he got home early.
And why Melissa had two men in bed with her when she heard him coming down the hall.
She had picked the men up in the nearest bar approximately seven minutes after McCoy had left for work that morning and the three of them had spent a lovely day of fucking and sucking. One man was named Sam and one was named Gus but Melissa had forgotten which was which. She had one dick in her mouth'it was Sam's, but she wasn't sure'and the other man, Gus, was shoveling fat prick up her asshole when she heard Willy come in.
"Hide," she squealed.
Sam gave her mouth three fast jolts, desperately trying to get his rocks off before he had to disengage.
He made it.
He hosed her throat with a lovely deluge of man, blowing the whole wad out in one spurt, then pulled his dick from her lips and dashed to the closet.
Gus had the same priorities and he fucked his thick pecker up her asshole and spurted heavily into her. Then he flopped off the bed and, with no time to get up, simply rolled into hiding under the bed.
Sam staggered in.
"You look exhausted, darling," Melissa said. "It was a hard day, honey."
"Boring?"
"Err...plenty boring," he said.
"You sure look tired..."
"You look sort of creamy, yourself," he said, peering suspiciously at his girl.
It was rather suspicious, at that.
Cum was running down from the corners of her mouth on both sides and spunk was bubbling from her asshole and her cunt, which had been stuffed and filled at least ten times. It was a veritable swamp of joy juice.
"Oh, I've been thinking about you," she explained.
"Oh. Well, I can see why that made your pussy creamy and why your mouth is watering... but I ain't so sure about your asshole."
Melissa could think of no excuse for that at least, none that was not indelicate. She said nothing. And McCoy was too exhausted to care. He flopped down on the bed and was asleep in seconds. Melissa was happy that she hadn't been caught.
She went to the closet and, in the dark confines of that cubicle, gave Sam a stand-up fuck for the road.
Then she crawled under the bed and, with her back gently moving the mattress, sat on Gus's stout pecker and gave him a leisurely woman-up fuck.
Both men tiptoed out, with plans to see the girl again the next day, while her poor old man was at work.
And Melissa got in bed with McCoy and began to suck his cock gently and tenderly, the way the average wife might give her husband a neck rub or back massage when he came home tired from his bread-winning labors.
And after quite a long time his dick got big and fat and hard in her mouth and she got a bit more energetic and soon enough she had another lovely load of cum to drink.
She was glad to do this for her man, who had been working so hard all day long.
