Family affair
Lois Baxter lay in bed, the covers drawn up around her waist. Next to her, her husband Bret snored loudly. As was his practice, he wore no pajamas, sleeping in the nude. He had kicked the bedclothes off of him and Lois looked over with a faint smile on her lips.
Bret was lying on his back. His hard muscular and hairy chest rose and fell as he breathed evenly. But what pleased Lois even more was his massive morning cockstand. Her husband's pecker rose straight up, past his navel, resting against his chest, half-hidden in the curly thicket of dark black body hair.
She gazed at it fondly, glancing once again at the alarm clock. It was nearly seven. She knew she'd have to get up and make breakfast, see that the kids got to school on time. But she wasn't quite ready. She moved the blankets down and slipped one hand under her nightgown, touching herself, reassuring herself that she was still attractive, still a hot piece of ass at thirty-four.
That's what comes of marrying young, she thought to herself.
She had been a child bride, more or less. Now, she was the mother of two teenagers, fifteen-year-old Gary and seventeen-year-old Gail. Two handsome well-built youngsters. She remembered holding them in her arms, nursing them at her breasts, and smiled, wondering where all the years had gone.
But I shouldn't complain, she said to herself, running the tips of her fingers up and around her pubic mound. Her cunt felt damp and slightly warm and she lay back and closed her eyes, thinking of the workout Bret had given her the night before.
Even after living with her for seventeen years, he was still insatiable, still an animal in bed. Not a night had passed that he hadn't taken her and her fingers grazed along her hairy split, fondling the puffy swollen lips of her matronly snatch. Then, easing the finger down, she dipped it right inside, feeling the knobby button of her clitoris, rising up from the folds of her vulva.
She shivered involuntarily, pushing her finger in farther until she felt the slick wet walls of her vagina. Her muscles began to work, as if to hold the finger in place as she moved it in circles, feeling a rush of warmth bathing her loins.
Again, she looked at her husband. But it was more with hunger than with fondness. She gazed at his huge erect cock and reached out, running her fingers up and down the hard swollen shaft. It pulsated in her hand and she suddenly grasped it firmly, barely able to get her fingers around it, it was so thick. Bret mumbled in his sleep, but still lay there inert and snoring.
So nice, so nice and hard. It fills me up so much, she thought to herself, determined to have a little pleasure before starting the workaday chores that seemed to constitute her daily existence.
Getting up, crouching, in front of her husband and still keeping her finger sloshing in and out of her rapidly dampening hole, Lois quickly straddled the man who lay sleeping before her. Lowering her head, she thrust out the tip of her raspy tongue and slowly licked the round bulbous head of her husband's cock.
A pearly drop of pre-come shone on the slit of his piss-hole and she licked it off as he mumbled louder, awakening slowly. Then, carefully, she lowered her mouth over the blood-engorged fistful that was the head of his cock. Her mouth stretched wide and from years of practice she knew exactly how to manipulate Bret's massive tool.
Bending still lower, she sucked in half of his cock, creating a deliciously tight suction as she scraped the edges of her front teeth along his meaty shaft. He yawned and his eyelids fluttered open as he looked down at her, smiling at the sight of his wife sucking him off.
"Good morning," he whispered, watching as she bobbed her head up and down, taking more and more of his thick pecker into her wide gaping mouth. "Man, that sure feels fantastic."
Lois' mouth was filled with cock-meat and she said nothing. Her finger was working rapidly as she frigged herself and she was getting hotter and hotter as she sucked on her husband's rigid dick, using one hand to fondle the massive and pendulous sac which hung between his legs.
"Oh baby, you're gonna make me come," he whispered to her, running his hands down to his groin, pressing them flat to make his cock stand out even more. "Oh yes, harder, sugar. Let me cream, let me shoot right into your mouth."
Her pussy was already filling with juice, pungent musky cunt juice which matted the fleecy hairs of her pubic thatch. Her breasts hung free inside her nightgown, the nipples pointing forward, hard and firm.
I never can get enough of this, she thought to herself as she inhaled his sweaty masculine odor and moved her lips and tongue back and forth, covering every last inch of his hard-on. She could tell that he was getting more and more excited, for his breath came out in little gasps and he kept arching his hips, pumping his cock in and out of her mouth.
Sucking in her cheeks, she nibbled delicately on the crown of his pecker and he groaned fiercely, reaching out to grab hold of her boobs. He squeezed them between his fingers, feeling the nipples swelling underneath her nightgown.
"Oh baby, baby," Bret kept groaning, watching her as she fingered her pussy and blew him, both at the same time. "Lift your nightgown. Let me see your cunt."
Lois did exactly what he asked. She raised her nightgown up, tucking it around her waist so that her pussy was fully exposed. Her clit poked out between the outer lips, hard and throbbing from side to side.
Her fingers moved in and out quickly as she tried to bring him off. And when she moved her fingers down past his nuts, down to the coarse-haired anal chink that was wet and hot, Bret stiffened, readying himself.
"That's it," he groaned. "Tickle my prostate. Oh shit I'm gonna shoot, Lois, I'm gonna fucking cream. Let me see your cunt, nice, so nice and wet looking."
She showed him the puffy ruby-red lips of her snatch, and how her finger moved in and out. She spread the lips farther apart to reveal her clitoris and at the sight of it he seemed to go insane, lunging forward with his out-stretched hand. He rolled the little finger of cunt-flesh between his thumb and forefinger and, at the same time, Lois shot a moistened finger up into his asshole.
Bret stiffened and his low-pitched moans and whimpers of pleasure turned to loud guttural hisses as he felt his nuts tightening, contracting as if an unseen hand was squeezing them. As for Lois, she had nearly reached the peak of her pleasure and she frigged herself even more rapidly as her husband worked on her clit.
"Now, now!" he suddenly shouted out in a hoarse raging voice.
Her mouth pressed hard on his cock. Her finger slammed into his anus and his cock seemed to explode in her mouth as she felt the first jet of milky-white jism searing the inside of her cheeks. Swallowing it down, she began to shake as her own climax came over her. She was moaning and tossing on the bed, coming simultaneously with him, her mouth filling up with hot sticky come.
Swallowing down as much as she could, listening to him snorting like a bull in heat, she felt a tidal wave of excitement and erotic pleasure washing over her, bathing her body in a soft sensual glow. More and more come spurted thickly into her mouth. Bret's pecker throbbed violently and, at last, he fell forward, pulling his fingers away from her snatch.
Carefully, lest she hurt him with her finger-nail, she withdrew the finger that had been pistoning into his ass. Then, taking a final lick and swallowing yet another -- albeit feeble -- gush of semen, she lay back against his chest, trying to catch her breath.
"You still give the fucking greatest blow-job in the business," he complimented her with a laugh, sucking on her nipples for a fleeting second before bounding out of bed. His cock hung down between his legs and as he turned towards the bathroom, Lois drew herself up and looked at him, wondering why she still wanted more, wondering why she had always wanted more than he was willing to offer.
This sense of being cheated, of missing out on something, followed her down the stairs into the kitchen. By the time her family was assembled at the breakfast table, she was just emerging from her funk. She sat down opposite her husband, whose face was buried behind the morning paper.
Such a fucking typical American family, she thought to herself, a note of anguish and unvoiced bitterness creeping into her mind.
Passing the toast, she stared at her children. The very sight of them pleased her. They were growing up quickly, maybe too quickly, and she tried to imagine the things she herself had felt at their age. Gary was tall, dark-haired like his father, a football player with an appetite enough for two grown men. At fifteen, he looked two or three years older.
She recalled going into his room a few mornings before. Something had been tenting up the blankets to an enormous degree and she knew enough to leave him undisturbed. He had ceased to be her little boy and sometimes, when she thought he wasn't looking, she would gaze at the prominent bulge that always seemed to be behind the fly of his skin-tight blue jeans.
A man already, she said to herself. I wonder if he's still a virgin. Shit, with a cock like that, if I was a girl his age I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off him.
"I won't be home for supper," her daughter Gail told her. "I'm going to be cramming with an exchange student from school."
"Okay, dear," Lois replied, nodding her head, smiling fondly at her blonde-haired daughter.
Cramming for what? she asked herself. Cramming his meat into her pussy, more than likely.
For at seventeen, Gail had the lush ripe kind of body that had first attracted Bret to his wife. She looked like a younger version of her mother, only thinner, more svelte. Disdaining bras, she wore tight little skinny-rib sweaters that showed off her boobs, the nipples always pressing against the material, displaying everything she had to offer.
More than once Lois had caught her husband looking at his daughter with a little more than just fatherly pride. She wondered if he was hot for her, with her perfect round little bottom and the sexy way she paraded herself around the house in mini-pajamas, the bottoms always left unworn in a dresser drawer.
"Don't forget about the plumbers," Bret told his wife just before he left for the office.
"What plumbers?" she asked.
"How many times do I have to remind you? To fix the leaking pipe in the basement," he said with annoyance.
"Oh sure, sure," she mumbled, kissing him on the cheek and waving good-bye.
Left alone in the house, she made herself another cup of coffee. And the question, the question kept rising up in her mind: What do I want and why can't I be satisfied with just one man, one hot-blooded healthy animal of a husband?
About an hour later, she was still sitting in the kitchen, day-dreaming and staring out into the back yard. Lois hadn't bothered to change and she still wore the thin negligee she had slept in all night. But when the doorbell rang she jerked to attention.
The fucking plumbers, she thought to herself, irritated that she would have to stay in all morning to supervise the work and make sure they took care of everything properly.
Opening the door, she smiled, staring at a tall Negro man and his partner, a squat and burly Mediterranean type. They introduced themselves, the black man reaching out to shake Lois' hand, saying, "I'm Monroe and this here is Tony."
She showed them down to the basement, standing at the top of the stairs as they lugged down their tools. There was nothing else for her to do and feeling a bit lonely and sorry for herself, Lois decided to wash the dishes and clean up later. She followed them down to the finished den, hoping to strike up a conversation and get into a better frame of mind.
Sitting down on a moldy leather couch, she watched them unpack their things. And the more she looked at them, the black man and his muscular partner, the more she thought about what it might be like to have sex with them. She decided she was acting like a kid, for she hadn't slept with anyone other than her husband. In all the years they had been married she had been perfectly faithful.
In fact, she had never even looked at another man with lust or desire. But somehow, it was different today. The sense of loss, the gnawing doubt that had been with her all morning, emerged and crystallized. Then, she remembered how her neighbor had told her about a friend of hers, a woman who had been raped by a Negro. Later, she had admitted that she had rather liked the experience and that the guy had the most enormous prick she had ever seen in all of her life.
When her neighbor had mentioned this to her, Lois hadn't paid it much mind, but now that she watched Monroe and Tony, it all came back to her.
She wondered if what she had always heard about blacks was true. Someone was always saying that they were better in bed, more physical, more animal-like. And always it was told how much better endowed they were, much more hung than white guys. Glancing up at them, she noticed how muscular and solid they both appeared.
Dressed in overalls, already working on the leaky pipe, Monroe bent over and it surprised her that she found herself staring at his ass, wondering at the firm shape of his bottom and how his thickset thighs were muscled so well as he reached down to find one of his tools.
Like two brick shit-houses, she thought to herself, saying aloud, "Are your guys married?"
They looked back at her and smiled. "Nope. Two bachelor-boys," they admitted, grinning at her in an open and friendly manner.
Lois then said, "Two big handsome brutes like you!" surprised at her own daring. "I don't believe it."
"It's the truth, all right," Tony told her. "Much better playin' the field, if you know what I mean."
Lois began to laugh. "Sure, I know all about sowing oats," she kidded them. "But I bet the ladies fall all over you." She got up from the couch and moved towards them. The nightgown hung loosely around her and she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
I'm getting as bad as Gail, she said to herself as she came up to Monroe, the taller of the two workmen. He had coffee-colored skin and a strongly angular face.
Almost as if she was possessed, Lois reached out and felt the man's biceps. He looked at her curiously, but said nothing. "Man, that's what I call muscle," she told him admiringly. "You're really built. I bet you lift weights, shit like that."
"Just comes natural, I guess," he replied, slightly ill at ease.
She noticed his discomfort, but went on, "Well if you don't, then I bet you have flab like my husband," she lied, for Bret was in perfect physical shape. She punched him playfully in the stomach.
Shit, he's hard as a fucking rock, she marveled.
It seemed that the more she looked at them, Monroe in particular, the crazier she became. She was suddenly overwhelmed by curiosity and excitement. The need to know whether the black guy was really hung or not began to consume her and she had an instant image of both of them attacking her, taking her, raping her and fucking the shit out of her.
There was something raw and savage about both of them that appealed to Lois incredibly. Their eyes seemed to burn like fiery coals and their very presence began to give her the chills. But it wasn't chills of fear. No, for she could feel her pussy getting hot and itchy and she recognized the signs of her growing physical excitement, excitement which seemed to mount and grow more intense with each passing minute.
"I bet you could both use a nice cold drink," she suddenly suggested. "It certainly is hot down her without any ventilation. Please, make yourselves comfortable. Take your shirts off if you like."
Leaving them with that notion, she hurried upstairs and returned a few minutes later with three glasses of bourbon and water. Monroe told her that they never drank on the job.
"What's a little drink among friends," Lois giggled, clinking glasses with them. And as they drank, she shivered, noticing that Monroe was slowly unbuttoning his work shirt. He pulled it off and his chest was bare, naked and thickly muscled. Lois decided that Bret couldn't compare, for the black man seemed to have an incredibly proportioned body.
"Holy shit!" she said aloud, moving up to him and gathering her courage. "You're really a piece of beef cake, aren't you?" and as she laughed, trying to hide her nervousness, she reached out and ran the tips of her fingers up and down across the man's chest, scraping her nails over his small and inverted nipples.
Monroe looked down at her, inflated his chest and suddenly started laughing. He put down his glass, stepped back and began posing. Lois watched him rippling his muscles until she thought she would go nuts, she was so turned on. Monroe was a brute of a man, big, heavy and overpowering.
Watching his partner, Tony said that he didn't think Monroe was such hot shit. He too removed his shirt, despite Monroe's boasts that he had the better physique. Lois noticed that Tony, despite the fact that he was shorter than his friend, was built almost identically. Except for the fact that his skin was olive-colored and his chest was amazingly hirsute, almost bear-like.
The two of them could have posed for a muscle-building magazine, she decided as they stood before her. When she thought they weren't looking, she glanced down at her body, pleased to see her nipples perking up, pointing straight ahead and pressing against the material of her thin and loose-fitting nightgown.
Standing before them, holding her breath, Lois waited for them to jump on her. But at first, they didn't do anything. They were both strangely silent and finally, when she couldn't take the suspense, she opened her mouth. What came out even surprised her, for she had never spoken to a man that way before, especially a black man. "Hey," she said gaily, waving her empty glass in the air. "I'm curious, Monroe. Is it true what they say about you guys?"
"What?" he asked her, narrowing his eyes, suddenly attentive.
She noticed how he stared at her, his gaze directed at her boobs. "Well you know... I've heard that... well, that you really have incredibly sized equipment!" Hiding her sudden nervousness in laughter, Lois watched the men looking at each other as if exchanging signals.
Then, they turned back to her, smiling curiously. "Monroe here is really not to be believed," Tony told her. "Isn't that so, Monroe?"
Monroe winked at her conspiratorially. "No one's ever complained," he admitted, reaching down to pat his crotch.
Lois' head was swimming and she felt drunk, drunk and giddy and incredibly turned on. "No kidding?" she said, rather cynically. "I don't believe it."
"Show her, Monroe," Tony said, carried away, still staring at Lois' tits as she kept her hands on her hips, spreading apart the folds of material across her breasts. He could see the smooth white skin of her belly and the prominent dark triangle of her snatch.
Monroe looked at his partner and then back to Lois. "You sure you know what it is you want to see, lady?" he asked.
"Sure," she replied. "We're all friends, isn't that so? I mean, I've been hearing about this for years now. I might as well find out. It's either now or never, the way I see it."
"Now, not never," he said softly, his ebony skin gleaming as she noticed that trickles of sweat were dripping down his armpits. His muscular chest made her faint with desire and Lois watched him, holding her breath as Monroe's hands went down to his belt buckle, undid it and slowly unzipped his pants.
"You sure about this?" he asked again, staring at her intently.
Lois nodded her head. Her throat was suddenly dry, and she was unable to speak as Monroe unbuttoned his work pants and slowly edged them down off of his hips. They dropped to the floor and no one spoke. But her eyes bugged out, for hidden inside the man's thin cotton undershorts was a massive thick pole, jutting forward and tenting up his briefs as if he had stuffed a fucking pipe in his drawers.
"Go on, Monroe," his partner said, looking down at the projection in the other man's shorts.
Somehow it was already hard and Lois felt her pussy burning, itching and twitching violently as she studied the outline of the Negro's massive hard-on. She wondered if they could see much of her cunt behind the nightgown and as she stared at Monroe, sucking in her breath and saying nothing, nothing at all, he edged the tips of his fingers into the elastic waistband and pulled his underwear down until it fell around his ankles.
"Holy motherfucking shit!" she said between her suddenly clenched teeth, gaping incredulously at the most enormous penis she had ever seen, let alone imagined. It rose up against the man's stomach, stiff and hard, the color of his skin and crowned with a plum-shaped cock-head that was as big around as a fucking baseball.
Then, smiling at her, cocking his head to one side, Monroe grabbed hold of his pecker, curling his fingers around it as he nodded to his friend. Tony immediately began to take off his pants and as Lois watched, hypnotized and unable to move, Monroe stroked his dong up and down with his long black fingers.
His cock seemed to swell, to get even longer and thicker. It was much bigger than her husband's and Lois felt that she had been cheated all the years she had been married. She had this incredibly burning desire to have it inside of her, to feel this massive black pole of meat tearing up into her hot itching pussy. Already, her cunt was dripping, the juices covering the curly hairs surrounding her mound as she pulled her nightgown up over her hips, over her head, dropping it to the floor.
She was now totally naked and Tony stepped out of his pants, pulled down his jockey shorts and presented his penis to her as well. It was, she decided, almost as handsome and impressive as Monroe's, a dark ivory color with a round blood-engorged glans and a thickly braided and veiny shaft. His nuts were smaller and heavier than his friend's, a tight wrinkled sac that hung between his brawny hirsute thighs.
They both stood looking at her, staring at her cunt as she bowed her legs slightly and the outer fleshy lips spread apart, revealing the hot pink interior of her snatch.
"Is it true what they say about black guys?" Monroe asked her, a smug expression on his face as he fondled his cock with one hand, looking at her pussy and smacking his lips with obvious pleasure.
Lois nodded her head as Monroe moved up to her. Taking her in his arms, he gripped her savagely around the waist so that his huge swollen hard-on rubbed up against her snatch. Then, he thrust an unbelievably long tongue right into her mouth, licking and sucking as she felt Tony pressing himself against her back, rubbing his cock in the crevice between the smooth and round white checks of her ass.
"We're gonna do a number on you, baby," Monroe promised, curling his tongue around hers, flattening her lips as his hands moved down and he squeezed her tits, kneading and groping her flesh.
And Tony said to her, "We're going to make you love every fucking minute," his pecker slipping up and down the warm moist crack of her ass as he sucked on her neck, his hands encircling her and squeezing the skin along the inside of her thighs.
Lois shivered involuntarily as she felt Tony's hands edging closer and closer to her feverish pussy. The whole thing was too unreal and she felt faint, dizzy, unable to control herself. Here she was, suddenly being ravished by two super-hung men, each of them brandishing good nine-inchers, at the very least.
She couldn't control her rapidly mounting excitement and pressed her hips up against Monroe's muscular thighs, grinding her smooth belly against him so that the shaft of his pecker slipped up and down along her moist vaginal furrow. It wedged hotly against her clitoris and the little knob of cunt-flesh began to tingle, pulsating violently as it felt the combined friction and pressure of Monroe's mammoth-sized penis.
"Yes, yes," Lois moaned. "It feels so big, so good. I need it so much. All of it. Give it to me, put it in me!"
"You dig my big black cock, don't you?" Monroe whispered, pulling away from her and crouching down, his face in front of her cunt.
Spreading her legs apart as Tony continued to rub against her back, his hands squeezing and toying with her boobs, fondling the nipples, Lois watched the black man spreading apart the widely gaping lips of her pussy and thrusting in the tip of his tongue.
"Eat me!" she suddenly yelled. "Stick your tongue in, suck on it. Make me hot, oh make me beg for it, make me beg!"
Monroe glued his mouth to her dripping split and his tongue pistoned in and out with rapid jabbing strokes. He curled it around Lois' stiff-standing little clit and she thought she would have convulsions, it felt so good. The hot raspy surface of the man's tongue made her clitoris throb with an agonizing delight and so she arched her legs even more, spreading them wide apart as the black man pushed his mouth, lips and tongue, closer and closer against her twat.
"Suck on it," Tony encouraged the other man, saying, "Give it to her, make it nice and juicy and then we'll both stuff our cocks in, one after another. Shit, but she's got a beautiful fucking ass. I'd just love to get inside it." Then, he bent down behind her and Lois felt his hands spreading apart the cheeks of her bottom.
Then, his hot slobbering tongue dived right up against her anal chink, licking and tonguing until it reached her asshole. She was shivering now as she felt the man's mouth sucking on her ass, chewing the coarse pubic hairs which grew in the crevice between the cheeks of her bottom.
She heard Tony smacking his lips and felt him swirling his tongue around her puckered asshole. He licked the folds and creases, probing deeper and deeper until she relaxed and it began to open up for him. Then, when Lois relaxed totally, giving in to all her wildest desires, she felt Tony's tongue slipping up inside her rectum.
He kept licking and sponging the walls of her ass as he groaned and panted with incredible delight, rimming her until she could barely stand on her feet. And as her bottom-hole was being plundered so delightfully, Monroe never stopped working on her cunt. His mouth moved back and forth and his lips and tongue roamed over every inch of her pussy, slurping and lapping up her juices as they kept trickling down and the heat built up in her groin. It was a smoldering insistent fire of lust and unequaled passion and she suddenly cried out, "I can feel you everywhere! Everywhere. Up in my ass, sucking, eating me out, everywhere. Oh, I want both of your cocks so much. I want to taste them, to feel them in me!"
She was suddenly lowered to the floor and as Monroe stretched out in front of her, working on her pussy until she thought she would explode, Lois watched Tony quickly straddling her, holding his enormous thick piece of meat with one hand.
"Taste it, baby," he said with a grin, leaning forward as Lois thrust out her tongue, lashing it hotly and quickly across the man's round swollen cock-head. Tony pushed forward slowly and she stretched her lips wide, taking in more and more of his big hot cock until she could barely swallow.
Then, he eased it half out, cupping his nuts in one hand. Slowly, working up a tempo, a steady rhythm, he pushed forward again, ramming his pecker into her mouth as she sucked on it greedily, thirstily, savoring the taste of his hot excited manhood as it moved back and forth between her lips, in and out of her wide sucking mouth.
"Thata girl," he continued. "Suck on it. Suck on my prick and make it good and hard. Shit, I'm so fucking hot for you. I just love the way your mouth grabs hold of my meat and sucks it dry. Keep moving, baby, back and forth. Suck it all the way in and taste it. Taste my big fat cock!"
Lois' mouth was filled with cock-meat. Her tongue encircled the man's shaft, licking it anxiously and feeling the thick blue-black veins throbbing and pulsating underneath the stretched and highly inflamed skin of Tony's dick. As for Monroe, he didn't stop.
He held her legs up and lashed his tongue down her vaginal furrow, sucking on her ass and thrusting it in a good four inches until she screamed out, feeling the black man's tongue roaming up inside her rectum. It slobbered against the walls of her anus as she kept arching her hips up, pumping and humping at the air. Then, when she thought she would come, unable to stop the burning and tingling in her pussy, Monroe pulled his mouth away and moved back, staring down between her legs.
"I'm gonna fuck the living shit out of you, lady," he said, enunciating each word perfectly so that she heard him and trembled, unable to wait another second.
Monroe watched his friend wiggling his ass back and forth, plowing into the woman's mouth with faster and faster strokes. Lois gulped loudly and tried to catch her breath, but she didn't have any time. Tony's cock was stuffed inside her mouth and up against her cheeks, filling her throat as she licked it joyously.
She reached up and ran her hands over the swarthy man's hard muscular body, his muscles thrilling her as he kept pumping his tool into her mouth. And when she heard the black man calling out to her, she shivered once again, knowing that she was powerless to control herself, powerless to stop the fierce flow of passion which made her loins glow with lust and uncontrollable desire.
CHAPTER TWO
"I'm gonna ram my tail right into your hairy muff." Monroe told her, loud enough for her to hear and tremble at his words. "I'm gonna fill you with so much cock that you won't be able to move. And then I'm going to pump it in and out, slowly at first, and then faster and faster until you'll think your pussy's on fire."
Yes, she thought. Do it, don't wait. Screw, ball me, shove it in until I burst, until I can taste it in my mouth.
"Oh baby, you're gonna beg for more," he kept promising her. "You're gonna do anything, anything we ask. Because you've never had a fuck like the one I'm gonna give you. You've never felt what it's like to have a black guy thrusting his cock right up between your leg's, his big thick black cock, babe. Bigger and thicker than any fucking cock you've ever seen or felt!"
Yes, yes, she kept thinking, pumping her hips up and down, her legs spread wide as her mouth was filled to the gills with Tony's thick pulsating dick. Indeed, the man never stopped moving, taking hold of Lois' hands and directing them to the round swollen bag between his thighs.
She fondled his nuts and toyed with the stem, the base of his cock as it moved in and out of her mouth. Then, Lois felt the black man lifting her legs and she glanced around Tony to see Monroe slowly lowering himself down against her.
Tony lifted one leg and turned sideways, pivoting around so that Lois had to bend her head all the way back, still sucking on his cock as he crouched behind her, allowing his friend to get on top of the woman's lush and highly excited body.
"Sure gonna be a tight fit," the big black stud said with a laugh. "You've got a hot sweet little box, lady. I'm gonna fill it with cock until you scream for more, for more and more of my tail."
Then, with a grin stretched across his wide sensuous lips, Monroe braced himself on the palms of his hands and pushed down. As Lois watched, breathless with anticipation, she saw the fistful of cock-head slipping forward, moving against her vaginal furrow and wedging tightly inside, up against her clitoris and vulva.
Monroe held himself rigid, unmoving, his pecker stroking gently, slowly and tantalizingly until Lois pushed her hips up as much as she could, trying to get the Negro's cock all the way down inside of her. Seeing how turned on she was, Monroe shoved down with a hard brutal force.
He knocked her breath away as Lois felt her tissues stretching. Her hole was expanding incredibly, almost to the breaking point as if, within another second, it would rip apart, spurting blood all over her thighs.
But it never happened. Her body adjusted itself as more and more of Monroe's cock slipped inside, banging against the walls of her twat as it plowed a hot tunnel down into the depths of Lois' womb. She couldn't move.
Her mouth was stuffed with cock and now her cunt was jammed, packed with hard burning meat until she thought she would be split in half. Monroe clenched his teeth, concentrating as he plunged down with a violent penetrating thrust. He slammed every last inch of his penis into place between the lips of the woman's vagina.
Grinding his hard hairy belly against her mound, he stayed where he was, looking up at her. "How does it feel?" he asked. "How does it feel to have cock everywhere, all the way in, tight as a drum?"
Slowly, he eased himself up, pulling his cock five or six inches out of her bole and then ramming it in again. He kept stroking into her that way, shoving down hard and pulling out gently as his buttocks quivered with each fresh insertion. Lois felt herself being stretched wide as a gaping toothless mouth. Harder and harder the man moved his cock, plunging in and out with a reckless abandon, a speed that seemed to make her cunt burn as she lifted her legs, locking her ankles around Monroe's throbbing black buttocks.
She was being held immobile, rigidly in place. Suddenly, Tony screamed out, "Shit, baby! Now, suck on it, suck my cream down! Oh shit, swallow my come! What a fucking mouth. Holy Mother, I'm shooting, shooting!"
Lois could feel the man's penis throbbing inside of her mouth and as she glued her lips to it, still conscious of Monroe's penis plowing in and out of her pussy, Tony exploded. He shook and groaned loudly as suddenly a great spurt of hot white cream gushed between her lips, splattering inside her mouth.
Lois tried to swallow his semen down as fast as it came. One shot followed another as her mouth filled up and Tony's cock kept ejaculating. Bullet-like wads of jism cascaded into her throat and she swallowed quickly, feeling the man's hot salty come trickling down her throat like oil or syrup. And all the time he came, Tony kept ramming his meat in and out of her mouth until it hit the back of her throat and she gagged.
Hearing her, he still didn't stop. His cock was spurting like a fire-hose gone out of control and he held her head in place, panting and whimpering as his eyes rolled up. The force, the sheer power of Tony's orgasm amazed her, for Lois recalled that Bret had always come rather quickly, and certainly not as loudly or vocally.
Finally, the come trickled down and with a final feeble spurt, his cock was milked totally dry. Tony didn't move, keeping it in Lois' mouth until some of the trapped blood was released and it got smaller and less thick, less hard. Then, when his pecker was limp, Tony pulled it out of her mouth and fell back on the floor, breathing hard.
It was then that Lois felt Monroe really going into action, for he gripped her suddenly with a viciousness and raw animal energy that made her heart beat wildly. Thrusting his cock down into her snatch, harder and faster than ever before, he grabbed her as Tony leaned over to watch, staring intently as his partner's cock whistled in and out of the woman's wide dripping hole.
"Fill me with come!" she begged him, staring into his glazed and dilated, almost feverish, eyes. "Give me more, more!"
Monroe was tossing, moaning as he rolled from side to side on top of her. "Use your cunt muscles, hold me down in place!"
Lois clamped and unclamped her muscles, making the walls of her cunt flutter as she tightened the width of her hole, narrowing the circumference as she felt the heat and friction building up incredibly. It was as if her vagina was an oven and she felt ready to come, no longer in control of her senses.
She kept screaming for more as she heard the black man groaning louder, seemingly piercing her very insides, her gut, with each brutal and forceful thrust. His penetrating jabs kept her glued to the floor and when Lois felt her climax mounting, she told him to come with her, the two of them creaming together.
She was sobbing, screaming, "Please, fuck me. I feel your cock everywhere. It's so big, so black and thick. Your big black body, you big black stud. You animal, give it to me, more, harder!"
Babbling almost incoherently, she heard Monroe laughing, gnashing his teeth as she felt his heavy pendulous nuts whacking against her upraised bottom. They felt like a fist, landing blow after blow against her ass as he hurtled down on her, drilling her to the floor. It was as if his cock had gone berserk.
"Cream, baby," Tony called out. "Fill her up with your juice. Shit, look at her move. She's going nuts! Fuck the shit out of her, harder, Monroe, harder!"
Then, Lois began to come.
She was moaning at the top of her voice, writhing on the floor and unable to speak as a great roar filled her ears and her cunt was splattered with Monroe's come. He gripped her close and his semen rushed out thickly. His cock was spurting and his climax made him hammer blow after blow into her until his belly hairs became entangled in her own curly pubic bush.
"What a fuck, man," he groaned. "What a tight hot fucking cunt. I'm shooting, coming, creaming! Holy shit motherfucker she's burning me with that tight-assed pussy!"
Lois' snatch was drenched and as she lay on the floor, coming as well, she felt Monroe's cream dripping out of her hole, it was filled so completely with his huge and copious emission. Monroe kept his cock in place as it throbbed inside her vagina. He drooled and his spittle trickled down his chin as he trembled all over, shaking as if he was having a fit. His muscles went spastic and his legs shot out as Lois felt the overwhelming energy and force, the virility of the Negro's climax.
No orgasm had ever affected her as much.
And as for her own climax, it left her weak and exhausted on the floor as Monroe finally pulled his limp tool out of her pussy and lay back, breathing deeply, his eyes closed and his hard muscular chest rising and falling.
Lois thought that would be the end of it. But she never realized that what she had heard from her neighbor was the truth. For Monroe, and even Tony, were insatiable. They, were greedy, hungry for more. They weren't about to stop now that they had started something.
Before she could even get to her feet, she saw them edging closer and closer to her, until she felt their hot excited breath bearing down on her body. "Don't run away, lady," Monroe said to her, leaning forward and licking his way back and forth across her pendulous boobs.
Lois felt the man's hot panting breath on her tits and she shivered, wondering what they planned to do to her next. She was vaguely frightened, not sure if she had made a mistake or not. But she kept her discomfort to herself, hoping for the best.
And as Monroe crammed her nipples into his mouth, chewing on them delicately with the edges of his front teeth, he began to pull and tug on his cock. Tony, Lois noticed, began to do the same, moving between her legs and licking up his friend's copious spendings.
The very sight of the swarthy muscle-bound man bending down to lick up another man's come surprised her and as she saw his tongue shooting out, dipping into the wads of gooey semen which covered her pussy, she thought that the both of them were nothing but sex-machines, geared only to physical satisfaction.
Tony was flicking the come back into his mouth as he swallowed it down with what Lois imagined was obvious pleasure. He tongued the outside of her pussy until it was dry, playing with his pecker at the same time until both he and his friend once again had regained their rigid boners.
Lois looked from one man to the other, her eyes fascinated with the sight of their two huge hot cocks. Their peckers thrust up, quivering like spears and bobbing from side to side in the air. Their sexual appetites were incredible, for Bret had rarely, if ever, fucked her twice in the same night.
Lois was no longer ashamed of herself. She wasn't sorry for what she had done and what she was about to do again. Rather, she gave herself up, feeling fulfilled and satisfied and no longer bitter about her life. When she heard Tony speaking up, she turned her attention to him, her eyes glued to the massive pole between his grizzly thighs.
"You know what?" he asked her, reaching down between her legs and cupping her pussy with the palm of his hand. "I'm going to pack your shit in."
She looked at him, not understanding what he was talking about.
"That's what I said, baby," he went on to explain. "I'm going to take this here big fat cock and ram it right up inside your ass, that tight plump ass that looks like it's just begging to get plowed."
Lois laughed nervously. "It's too large," she told the man, trying to make a joke out of the matter. "You don't want to cause me any pain. That wouldn't be nice now, would it?"
"Oh, don't worry about pain, sugar. It won't hurt, not a bit. I'll get my pecker nice and wet and you won't feel a thing. Just cock, but no pain. Because I just can't resist an ass like yours. See how my meat is throbbing," Tony told her, pointing to his cock which rose up like a huge pipe from between his legs. "I'm going to put it right into place without any trouble, whatsoever."
Then, he grabbed Lois by the legs and as she struggled to get away, he flipped her over on her belly. She tried to pull back, but Monroe laughed and grabbed hold of her arms, pinning her to the floor.
"We don't want any trouble, lady," Tony told her, a strange almost sadistic kind of excitement welling up in his voice. "Don't you know about guys like us? We're like tigers, sugar. We can never get enough ass or pussy to keep us satisfied. But today we're not going to go away unhappy. You understand, don't you?"
His hand swung out and Lois felt it slapping roughly across her buttocks. The skin tingled and he pushed her knees up to her chest as she kept trying to pull away. But it was no use. She was going to be raped, going to be fucked up the ass by a man with a massive cock, a man who wouldn't stop at anything until he had achieved complete physical gratification.
Lois began to cry out. She was frightened out of her wits. But Monroe clamped his hand over her mouth and held her down to the floor, his great muscled bulk hovering over her as she felt Tony's hands around her waist. She looked back nervously, just in time to see the man spitting into the palm of his hand.
Rubbing his spittle up and down the length of his pecker, it rose up all slick and wet, shining in the light, covered with natural lubricant. Then, when his dick was ready, he took hold of it around the base of the thick rigid staff and crouched down on his knees. He was positioned directly behind Lois as he pushed forward, lodging the round bulbous head of his cock right up between the smooth white cheeks of her ass. She held her breath, feeling faint as the man shoved forward.
Suddenly, she couldn't bear the pain. Lois began to scream out, biting Monroe's hand. "Watch it, bitch!" he yelled at her, slapping her roughly across the face.
The blow subdued her. She felt her head rattle as the black man hit her and, at that instant, the pressure against her asshole exploded. She was trembling with pain as she felt Tony's penis pushing against the sensitive skin of her bottom-hole. Finally, it was forced open, stretched wide in order to accommodate his enormously thick dong.
Clinging to her, he rammed forward again, harder than the first stroke. More and more of his nine-incher plowed up into her rectum, making her scream out again and again. Her cries were muffled by Monroe's heavy hand across her mouth. Her body was on fire and the pain mounted steadily, filling her loins until she thought she would go insane from the suffering torment.
But Tony never stopped.
He thrust forward once again and this time his entire hot bulky tool worked its way up into her anus. Every last inch was rammed in, filling her bottom to the breaking point. The skin was stretched incredibly and she couldn't understand the strange, almost weird, sensations which were coming back to her.
But the pain began to fade as the man continued to pump into her, frictioning hard and pushing his pecker in and out with faster and faster strokes. And, at the same time, she was forced to open her mouth as Monroe rammed his really gigantic penis between her lips. He stuffed it own her throat until she couldn't breathe and then he too began to hump it in and out, mouth-fucking her.
Lois rolled about on the floor, her mouth crammed full of black cock, her ass filled up with yet another pipe-length of hot pulsating dong as Tony kept smashing into her, harder and harder. He said nothing, using all of his brute force and weight to slam his cock up into the very depths of her bowels. And at the same time, he thrust two fingers underneath her and right into Lois' hot, mushy and come-filled snatch.
She screamed out then, the pain turning to pleasure as the man frictioned his fingers in and out of her twat while he worked his cock deeper and deeper into her rectum. She could even feel the skin along the shaft of his thick penis scraping along the hot dry walls of her ass, plowing a deep penetrating furrow into her rectum as Monroe humped and pounded his meat in and out from between her lips.
He was certainly enjoying her blow-job, smiling and shivering with growing lust as she stopped feeling anything but delight. For her body, as far as Lois was concerned, belonged to them. They could use it as they saw fit. It was, almost, as if it was at their disposal. They were taking her against her will, but it was like being raped and the idea of being forced to submit to unnatural sexual acts made Lois shiver with pleasure.
Tony kept groaning, grunting loudly, "What a fucking tight ass, man! Shit, it's so fucking hot and narrow, like she's burning my meat, skinning it raw!"
Hammering away, he ground his hairy belly against Lois' ass, his penis moving back and forth, in and out, never stopping as the heat and friction mounted slowly but inexorably. Her cunt began to get hotter and hotter as he thrust his two deeply penetrating fingers in and out of her pussy.
Keeping his cock in place, Monroe pushed it in and out of her mouth as Lois gave herself to both of them, to these two big animal-men, loving what they were doing to her. She knew that she wouldn't stop them, that they could use her for as long as they wished.
"Oh baby, now, now!" Tony yelled out, cork-screwing down with a vicious twisting motion as she moaned loudly, feeling the man's penis making her ass throb with pain.
And then he came.
Snorting, screaming, his voice loud, guttural and hoarse, Tony's cock shuddered and suddenly gushed, spurting his load deep into Lois' well-filled and tortured bottom. She kept Monroe's cock in her mouth, lashing her tongue around the thick pulsating shaft. But he didn't move or come right then. Instead, he stared at his partner, watching Tony carefully as he came, shooting his cream into Lois' bottom and bathing her rectum in a rich and almost soothing emission. Her pussy was dripping wet and it seemed as if Tony's fingers were scooping out her insides, her guts, digging in and scraping up along the walls of her overheated box. She was going to come again, but at that moment Tony pulled his hand away and lifted himself off of her, his cock sliding out of her ass, coated with reek and come.
As soon as Tony's enormous pistoning dick was removed, Lois felt the walls of her rectum collapsing. She heard the guy's cock plopping out with a loud and resounding squish and before she could do anything, before she could move a muscle or say a word, Monroe had pulled his penis out of her mouth, throwing himself down on top of her.
He turned her over on her back, lifting her legs up into the air. Then, as she gazed with shock and disbelief at his sweaty black body, Monroe slammed down and she screamed out, seeing his shoving his enormous hot penis right up into her come-dripping asshole.
"Oh don't, don't!" she pleaded. "It's enough. I just can't handle anymore. You'll kill me. You're much too big!"
But he only laughed at her, smacking his lips and flicking out his tongue like a snake, a poisonous snake she thought with a shudder. He guided his thick weapon in and out of her anus as Lois clawed at the air and felt her insides screaming out with raw tortured pain.
Her rectum was filled with semen and Tony watched as his friend moved his own hard dick in and out of the woman's mushy asshole, never stopping. "Shit, it's so nice and scummy," Monroe called out, stretching Lois' rectal walls as much as they could bear. She was nearly blinded by the pain as the man's cock worked its way into her. It seemed much bigger and thicker than Tony's and her sphincter muscles were going out of control, having spasms as the man plowed into her, harder and faster.
"Beautiful, beautiful," he kept moaning, pounding into her. "What a fuck, what a great hot mushy fuck!" Holding her legs up, he worked quickly, breathing in deeply as Lois stared up at him, not believing what was happening to her.
She watched Monroe's blue-black cock appearing and then disappearing between her legs. He didn't touch her pussy and she felt the pressure of his cock-shaft pushing against the thin septum, the divisional membrane which separated her vagina from her rectum.
It was, she realized, as if he was plowing into both holes at once, fucking up a storm, moving heavily against her. She listened to the insistent thud and pounding as her weary flesh was used without mercy. It seemed to her that Monroe had a sexual appetite which knew no bounds. He wasn't a man, but a freak, a freak with a cock that rightly should have belonged on a horse and a libido that made him seem like a wild-man, an insane sex-starved savage.
And then, as far as Lois Baxter was concerned, the grossest moment arrived. Tony rummaged among his tools and returned with something in his hand. Suddenly, she saw Monroe brandishing a thick wooden hammer, a blunt-headed mallet of some kind. He held it in his hand and kept laughing, even as he continued humping away.
"Oh you won't, you couldn't!" she shouted, thinking that he was going to kill her.
That, however, hadn't even entered Monroe's mind.
For he took the wooden instrument, this foot-long thick wooden mallet and pushed it right between the lips of her pussy, shoving it down into her snatch. Lois screamed out as she felt the thick phallic weapon bearing down into her, filling her completely. It was thicker and longer than either of the two cocks she had already experienced and she felt about to disintegrate.
Then, using one hand to friction the makeshift dildo in and out of her widely gaping and amazingly stretched hole, Monroe kept moving, pumping into her ass even faster and harder than before. His huge pendulous nuts, still loaded with come, slammed and thudded against her upraised bottom and Lois saw the man's muscles rippling sensuously across his chest.
The veins stood out as his black shaft came into view, braided with thick protruding bands that pulsed hotly as Monroe kept working on her bottom, enjoying his non-stop fucking with gusto and considerable excitement. And then Lois began to come, suddenly, her orgasm catching her unawares.
Her hole was filled with the mallet which moved and frictioned up against her battered vaginal walls. She began to claw and scream, a gurgle of lust rising up from her guts, as Monroe kept pouring his meat into her, coming as well.
His pecker exploded, showering hot come into her ass, filling her bottom once again as he screamed out vile names, cursing her and raving on and on. His body hammering her down to the floor as he shoved the mallet down to her uterus, battering it into place.
"Man, what an ass. Shit Mother you fucking tight-assed white bitch!" he cried. "How does it feel? Do you have what you want? Is it enough for you, honky, or do you want me again? Shit, you wanted cock so bad, big black cock and now you have it. Oh God it feels so good all this come shooting out, shooting..." and his words trailed off as he fell against her, pushing the mallet almost out of sight as Lois cried out, trembling and shaking with orgiastic pleasure.
Her excitement was unbelievable and she was still experiencing yet another climax when Monroe lay against her. His cock was petering out and several minutes later she began to feel the pressure decreasing as his penis got smaller. Finally, Monroe lifted himself off of her and pulled the mallet out of her snatch. It was soaked with cunt juice and he threw it disgustedly to the floor, pulling his tool out and staggering to his feet.
Lois lay there, trying to catch her breath.
She was covered with sweat and come. White gobs of cream covered and filled the wet chink of her ass, pouring out of her vagina as well. She was literally resting on a puddle of semen and she didn't have the energy to get to her feet. Every part of her body throbbed and the memory of what had happened -- what she had allowed to happen, she saw then with a flash of recognition -- the memory of her orgasms and what the men had done to her, filled her with a nameless shame and unvoiced dread.
She didn't know what to do.
As she watched Monroe and Tony pulling on their clothes and moving back to their work, Lois got to her feet, clutched her nightgown to her naked body and hurried upstairs to her bedroom. She didn't know what to do and it was several hours later that they left, saying that they had fixed the leak.
But as for Lois Baxter, she was still dripping, even after having taken a second shower.
Had he known what his wife had been up to that morning, what had been up her in more ways than one, Bret Baxter might have felt a little easier, a little more sure of himself. But he was as ignorant of Lois' infidelities as she was of his.
No wonder she thinks I'm getting old and dull in the sack, he thought to himself, sitting over his second cup of coffee and knowing that he'd have to get back to the office in less than half an hour.
But he couldn't move. He was rooted to his seat at the lunch counter, thinking of the things he had done in the last few months, thinking of the women he had screwed and the times he had come home late at night with a ready excuse on his lips, able to lie away any of his wife's nagging doubts.
I don't know what it is, he thought to himself. I just need more, more and more. One cunt doesn't satisfy me. Shit, everyone we know thinks we're a perfectly happy married couple. If they only knew the truth, if they only had a smattering of what really goes on in our lives.
For things, he knew, were not as they should have been. Despite a successful career, a loving wife and two good kids, Bret Baxter was not a particularly happy man. He wanted to save his marriage, but it seemed to him that his cock always got in his way. He was always hankering after pussy, pussy that belonged to someone other than his wife.
Not that Lois didn't satisfy him, but the very act of making it with a stranger really turned him on and made him perform all the better. Glancing about, bored and ill at ease, he found himself staring at one of the waitresses.
She wore a slinky black uniform of some satin-like material, a huge and elaborately folded hanky covering one of her tits. Big boobs, he noticed with growing delight, feeling his cock tingling in his pants.
That's what I need, Bret decided. A good fast piece, one-two-three, no questions asked.
And the more he looked at the waitress, the more he wanted to ball her. A sense of excitement overcame him as he glued his eyes to the woman's lush curvy figure and her huge ripe jugs. Draining his cup of coffee, he was determined to have her. And as she walked behind the counter, taking orders, handing sandwiches and plates of steaming food to the other customers, he watched her ass swaying and dipping, bouncing an invitation from side to side until his penis was poking up, struggling to get out of his trousers.
Bret had a large cumbersome bulge in the front of his pants and he sat on the lunch counter stool, still eyeing the young woman, waiting for her to catch his penetrating and questioning stare. Finally, she saw him looking at her, particularly at the lush ivory-white cleavage which peeked out from the folds of her uniform.
"You finished?" she asked, pointing to his empty coffee cup. "Or you want something else?"
Bret nodded his head.
"What'll it be?" she asked, rather impatiently, looking at him curiously. "I don't got all day, mister. There are other people waitin' for service."
Her arrogant and irritated manner amused him and he laughed to himself. She was a turn-on, all right, he felt sure of that. Slowly, he got to his feet, standing in front of her so that she would have no trouble, no difficulty at all in seeing the enormous protruding bulge in front of his fly.
Bret's pecker was hard and rigid, throbbing hotly as he watched the waitress giving him the once-over. He knew that she would soon enough notice his hard-on and he knew as well that she wouldn't be put off by the sight of it. There was something tough and experienced about her, something that told him that he might just be able to succeed in his little scheme of things.
"So?" she asked, her hands on her hips, her lacquered black hair rising above her head like a crown.
Reaching into his pocket as she followed his motions, Bret saw how the waitress opened her eyes wide at the sight of the thick pipe-like outline which rose up in his pants. Then, laying three ten-dollar bills on the counter, he pointed to his cock.
"What the fuck's going on?" she asked, looking at him with a mixture of awe, excitement and hostility. "This a proposition, mister, or somethin'?"
"Exactly," he said in an even voice, smiling all the while. "I'm not fussy or too particular. Do you have a back room? It'll do perfectly."
"Shit, some guys are really too much," she mumbled. But, obviously, the sight of the money was too enticing. She glanced over at the chef who had, Bret realized, been watching what had been going on between the two of them. He was a squat burly man with powerful arms and a florid complexion. The guy nodded his head and winked at the waitress.
Then, she turned back to him. Bret wondered if the chef was the boss, wondered too if he was pimping for the waitress, for it seemed that she just might conceivably do this kind of thing pretty often, perhaps even on a regular basis. His wink seemed to say to Bret that it was all right for her to leave her station behind the counter and then, as she looked at him, he noticed the sneer planted on her lips, a sneer of unvoiced arrogance and superiority.
Her manner excited him all the more, for he hoped that she wouldn't be a quick lay, a woman who lifted her legs, shut her eyes and didn't budge. "Sure thing, mister," she told him, tossing her head back and motioning for Bret to go through a swinging door that led into the kitchen.
He heard plates rattling and smelled food cooking as he got up and walked behind the counter. He didn't look back. Through the swinging doors he saw another door that led off from the kitchen. Turning the knob, he stepped inside. It was dimly lit, but he made out a couch and an old office desk. Excited by the prospect of having sex with the nameless woman, especially in the back of the lunch counter, he quickly unbuttoned his shirt, undid his cufflinks and took them off, laying them carefully over the desk chair.
He could feel his heart racing. The thought of the woman's lush sensuous body made his loins ache with lust and desire and he whipped off his belt, unzipped his pants and stepped out of them. His shoes and socks followed until he was down to his undershorts.
Bret glanced up and down the length of his body, pleased with himself. He was still in good shape and his cock rose up in front of his briefs, stiff and ready for action. Then, sitting down on the moldy leather couch, he lit a cigarette and waited for the waitress with considerable desire and even more impatience.
CHAPTER THREE
Less than ten minutes after Bret had disappeared into the back room of the lunch counter, the waitress opened the door and stepped inside. She closed it behind her, glancing at the man who sat on the couch, clad only in his briefs.
"Aren't we a fast worker," she said smugly, looking at Bret sitting before her with a huge hard-on, smoking a cigarette and acting calm and relaxed.
"I'm not one for wasting time," he said, glancing at his watch and hoping that his secretary would cover for him. He stubbed out the cigarette and got slowly to his feet.
Moving over to the woman, whom he saw was wearing an embossed name plate upon which was engraved NORMA JEAN, he suddenly lunged out, no longer willing to wait or hold himself back. He grabbed the woman tightly, squeezing the cheeks of her plump ripe ass as he pressed his lips against hers and she began to struggle, trying to free herself from his fierce embrace.
But the more she sidled away, the more she resisted, the more excited Bret became. He was holding her firmly, thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth, mashing his lips against her and feeling his pecker growing even larger as it frictioned against the front of her uniform. Her ass was warm and yielding and before she could say another word, he moved back a step and reached out for her boobs.
Standing where she was, her arms on her hips, the waitress glared at Bret as he fondled her jugs, carefully and slowly undoing the topmost buttons of her uniform. He pushed the satiny material aside and stared at her black lace brassiere. Inside the wide deep cups he could just about see her firm round boobs, the nipples pointing straight out as Norma Jean sucked in her breath.
Reaching down to rub his fingers up and down the length of his cock-shaft, Bret told the woman to get undressed. "And make it snappy," he added, picturing what it was going to be like, the kind of things he would do to her, the kind of things he would force her to do to him.
He was determined to get his money's worth, but Norma Jean still didn't move. Her eyes were unblinking, glassy and doll-like. But he noticed that her gaze was fixed on the outline of his cock. Grabbing hold of her hand he pressed it up against his quivering penis and she groaned slightly, running the tips of her fingers along the entire hot length of his cock, as if to judge its very shape, thickness and size.
"Man, you ain't no bummer," she said with a laugh. "Ain't no slouch at all. That's what I call a stud."
He laughed with her, caught her off her guard and helped her out of her uniform. It dropped to the floor and Bret studied her, noting every detail of her body as she stood before him. Clad only in her bra and a pair of tight nylon panties, he was able to see the dark triangular shadow of her pubic mound behind the thin and tightly stretched cloth of her undies.
Bret licked his lips, edging his undershorts off of his hips until they fell around his ankles. Then, kicking them off and onto the floor as his cock plopped out into view, he reached over and undid Norma Jean's bra straps. They slipped off and she quickly unhooked them from behind her back.
The bra came off then and he sucked in his breath, staring with lust and mounting excitement at the sight of those two lush creamy-white tits, rising high and firm before his eyes. He touched them, fingering the nipples, kneading and fondling the soft resilient flesh as the waitress watched his fingers feeling her up, cupping her boobs in the palms of his hands.
Then, unable to resist, Bret bent down, crouching before the woman and sucking in one nipple right between his lips. He scraped his teeth up and down the firm pointy little knob, making her shiver and tremble against him.
"Oh more, baby, more," she whispered, her hands moving up and down along his sides as Bret got more and more aroused. He pressed up against her, so close that his stiff-standing cock -- rising up against his hairy belly -- grazed along the waitress' pubic mound.
With arms encircling her, keeping her against his hot excited body, he kept sucking on her tits, stuffing as much of her flesh into his mouth, as much as he could possibly get inside. Reaching lower, he edged down to her belly, touching the elastic waistband of her panties.
Then, he simply tugged them down over her wide ample bottom and as they fell to the floor his cock jerked violently. Bret could feel the crisp hairs of the woman's pussy frictioning against his pecker and he cupped his hands around her buttocks, squeezing and toying with the cheeks of her ass, pleased that she was now clinging to him, sucking on his neck.
"You feel so nice and hard, baby," she whispered, thrusting a hand down between the two of them to grab hold of his cock. Bret edged back and Norma Jean gripped it all the more firmly, almost as if she was afraid he was going to leave her standi
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