Marcella acted funny tonight! Thad thought as he drove away from the old house where she had rented quarters for herself and her children. When I told her about Barnaby Rhodes, she didn’t seem sure if she would help me with him or not. Well, I guess she needs some more loving from the master hand of yours truly. Too bad she has those kids with her or I would have spent the night there, and the devil with Dotti! I don’t need her any more.
That cute little Beth! he mused with a glint in his dark, satanic eyes. Now she would be some fucking! I’ll bet she doesn’t even have hair on her cute cunt yet! She has hardly any tits-just bee-stings starting to push out. What I’d give to be able to show her what it’s all about!
He squirmed behind the steering wheel, getting a hard-on just from thinking about being with Marcella’s twelve-year-old daughter.
He turned into the alley that ran next to the real estate office and parked in the back, as Dotti had directed. Glancing about, he saw no one. He got out of the car, walked to Dotti’s back door, and let himself into her apartment.
“Dotti?” he called.
“I’m here in the kitchen!”
Good girl! Thad thought. She’s fixing dinner for us, just as I told her to do!
But when he entered the kitchen, he was surprised-and also stimulated-by the scene that met his eyes: Wearing just a garter belt and black nylons, Dotti was perched on the kitchen table, with her legs spread. She smiled warmly at him.
“How about some antipasto?” she invited, opening her cuntal labia with her fingertips.
Since Thad smelled spaghetti cooking on the stove, he didn’t mind fooling around a little first. Grinning, he pulled a chair up to the table and bent between Dotti’s thighs.
“Ooooh, you horny preacher, you!” she exclaimed, and wrapped her stocking-clad legs around his head as he began to eat her cunt.
Thad didn’t slight her just because she had offered herself as a joke, even though he was hungry for more substantial fare. The tang of cunt whetted his appetite. As an antipasto, it wasn’t half bad.
His tongue wiggled up one set of Dotti’s cunt-folds and down the other, working in and out of all the soft, velvety convolutions. Her flavor tickled his tastebuds, and her steamy scent soon overrode the aroma of the bubbling spaghetti sauce. He worked his tongue deeper into her warm, tantalizing hors d’oeuvres and slurped up the juice which was now gushing. He teased the turgid little pebble of her clit, causing her to bump her bare ass on the table and smear her cunt lavishly against his nose and open mouth.
Finally he wrenched himself free from her serpentine, silken-sheathed legs and lifted his head, panting for fresh air. He rose and stood before her, his hand moving to the zipper on his pants.
“The antipasto was delicious,” he said. “Now how about a breadstick?”
He popped it out, and it stood stiffly quivering.
“Jesus, that’s a whole loaf!” Dotti groaned, and slid forward off the table.
Thad wouldn’t let her kneel yet. “Wouldn’t you like to spread something on it?” he asked. “How about some cream cheese?”
“Yes… yes…!”
She hurried to the refrigerator, and he watched her ass quiver. Bending forward, she let him peep at her black-haired, saliva-moistened cunt from between the tops of her pale thighs while she looked into the fridge.
“I don’t have any cream cheese!” she said. “Let’s try this!” She pulled out a jar of mayonnaise.
She uncapped it as she carried it to him, and he took it from her. Guiding his prick with his other hand, he stuck his hotly throbbing shaft deep into the cool, gooshy substance in the jar. It came out gobbed with the creamy stuff.
“Oooh, you’ve flavored the whole fucking jar for me!” she cried. “I’ll think of you every time I have a salad or a sandwich!”
“Well, think of me right now, why don’t you?”
She knelt before him and began to lick the thick, rich mayonnaise off his turgid cock. Her tongue gradually replaced the coolness of the refrigerated dressing with the warmth of her clear, glistening saliva, and she had cream all around her red mouth by the time she was finished.
That sight was so erotically stimulating that Thad forcefully grasped her by the head and speared his prick into her mouth. She glugged, and her eyes widened when she had her mouth stuffed by his thick, throbbing cock. Nevertheless she began to suck on it.
The gentle stroking motions of her o-shaped lips across the ridge of his glans and along his slippery shaft were not good enough to suit Thad, as wild as he felt right then. He grasped her by the ears and painfully jerked her head forward and back as he fucked her red mouth rapidly.
She gurgled and groaned in protest, but he didn’t let up. He kept staring at the mayonnaise that ringed her mouth as his prick pumped in and out through the slippery, silken circle of her lips. He wanted to add to the cream on her face. He wanted to give her a lot more.
His balls churned heatedly as he yanked Dotti’s ears harder and faster. The jerky motions of her body caused her titties to flop. Her eyes were wide and wild. She groaned ever louder, but the sound was muffled by Thad’s plugging prick.
He felt the heat rise from his nuts, and his shaft quivered between Dotti’s lips. Suddenly he let go of her ears, and she rocked backward, releasing his twitching, hard-throbbing cock. He held the shaft, pointing it directly at her, and his blast caught her full in the face:
Splat!
Thick, gooey cream struck her nose and cheeks. She shut her eyes just in time to protect them, and Thad’s second blast hit her eyelids, washing down through her long dark lashes. He struck her the third time on the mouth, adding immensely to the creamy ring she’d already had.
By the time he was through spurting, the woman had sperm dribbling from her eyelids, nose, cheeks and lips. The goo dripped off the point of her chin.
Thad smiled sardonically.
Dotti was furious, sputtering and moaning. She began to paw blindly at her face. Thad grabbed a napkin from the table and handed it to her.
“You lousy son of a bitch!” she said when she finally rose to her feet, still spitting and sputtering. “Just for that, I shouldn’t serve you any supper.”
Thad drew her into his arms. “I’ll make up for it later,” he promised.
“Yeah?”
“You can depend on it.”
Thad was as good as his word, most of the time, and this was no exception. Two hours later, after a satisfying meal, accompanied by a bottle of wine and enough cuddling and sweet talk to make Dotti feel appreciated again… he ended up on top of her in bed.
His prick was like a locomotive driveshaft, working tirelessly and steadily… stroking deeply and forcefully through the slippery, hair-fringed hole between her legs. In and out, in and out, he fucked her as the minutes passed. Dotti reached height after height.
Thad kept going, twisting his head from time to time and swooping to seize a dancing brown nipple which he stretched upward, shaking her tit. He let the nipple go with a tingling snap and kept stroking… stroking… stroking into her man-hungry cunt.
Finally, as she begged for mercy, he reached underneath her, squeezed her asscheeks together, and fucked furiously, giving her the best orgasm of all as he spurted twitchingly in her hot box… putting out the flames of her passion for a few hours, at least.
In the early morning he awoke with her astride him, in her favorite posture, pumping her voracious cunt on his slick pole as he gazed at her bobbing ass in the moonlight.
And they finished as they had begun.